A hummingbird quivers near the open window— a brown violetear, Colibri delphinae, flashes glimpses of its emerald throat, dips into flowers—buries itself in a trembling bloom while I answer the phone. The landline crackles, her voice drips anguish across the distance, decrying pain, betraying pleasures, confiding the nectar of guarded secrets, the taste of hidden … Continue reading “The Morning After” by K. M. Huber