I am competitive except when it comes to hide and seek. As a child, anxious to be caught, I pretended to bark when really I peed. I stand beneath mauve photographs of landscapes waving these unwashed hands. Doing this barking. Big dogs bite when almost touched. Touch but do not look. I have no body to be bitten, but the bite proves the food. Let me decide how to lose. Let me confute tragedy: I ought to be man and I will be wife. Forget closets – we'll hide in urgent bathrooms, desperate to be sought before sightless nightfall.
“I do” was previously published in Third Point Press.
Eric Ingram is a writer from San Diego. He graduated from Columbia with a degree in philosophy and visual arts. He lives in Los Angeles, where he works as a video editor. Eric is represented by InkWell Management and is in submission for his debut novel, “The Best Man.” He can be reached at eric.ingram.eric [at] gmail [dot] com, and on twitter: @ingramsandiego.