. . . We create ourselves anew each night,
bathed and night-gowned, sipping root beer floats
on the porch under an orange moon,
counting pink polka-dots on skinny legs,
as now we watch a penny-candy sunset . . .
–excerpt from “Southern Comfort” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in Chaffin.