Pierce, Bone by Kristen Gleason What is a phone but a bone held outside the head? What else but a shard of skull glued to the skull? In the end, I intend to approach Death like a man who has slipped from a cliff, but right now I don’t shy from holding His skeleton close to my ear. This is the state I am in: reckless, but prepared. Should she call, little Dot, I will not fumble. I will answer […]