The Other Woman
Is Version Of
Because I could. Because back then it seemed simple to put your hand out and peel a man away from another woman, almost like ripe fruit, almost like another country, the late-seventies that blessed window of time after the pill, right before AIDS. Vietnam was over, drinking age was still eighteen.
Originally published as “The Other Woman.” Bellingham Review 64 Spring 2012: 34-42. Posted with permission.