Harpur Palate, issue 21.1

Eulogy for a Grasshopper

Excerpt:

The grasshopper died in an upright position, looking ready to launch. The days passed and the once bright green shifted to olive then brown then black. Finally, an icy wind knocked it to its side. It lay along where the grass met the sidewalk when the ice storm came.

So, she stayed inside and watched a man make crème de menthe ice cream on Instagram. Thought about once pretending to be statues on the dancefloor through Girlfriend in a Coma and the strange boy who could wiggle his eyeballs.

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