by Maureen Sherbondy

Maddy left her sex drive somewhere—in a shoe box at the back of the giant closet, in a five-star hotel room in Atlanta, in her neighbor’s heart-shaped swimming pool.

It was like this lately with everything. She left glasses on the oval coffee table, then forgot where she set them. After dropping a romance book on the couch, she had no recollection of where it had gone.

But the sex drive was by far the worst missing thing. In bed at night, Maddy wondered how her once familiar body had suddenly become such a passive stranger.

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Maureen Sherbondy’s most recent collection is Dancing with Dali. Her work has appeared in Wigleaf, Prelude, The Oakland Review, and other journals. She lives in Durham, NC. Website: http://www.maureensherbondy.com