A Perfect Man // Flash Fiction

He danced, and he danced well at that. It was a pleasure to go out with him, but he didn’t feel like it most of the time.

Dishes had to be stacked just so, and glasses had to be upright in the cabinet, not rim down, and you couldn’t nestle them inside one another.

He said, “just ask,” but when you did ask, there would be complication, like “not now” or “the blue ones would be better.”

After he left, he became perfect again.

Beate Sigriddaughter
Beate Sigriddaughter was poet laureate of Silver City, New Mexico (Land of Enchantment) from 2017-2019. Her poetry and prose are widely published in print and online magazines. Červená Barva Press plans to publish her poetry chapbook “Dancing in Santa Fe, and Other Poems” in 2019. “Finding our authentic voices in the rubble of confusion and overt or inadvertent misogyny is close to my heart.”

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