No Soul

Redheads, the myth goes,
have no soul. I wanted to
put it to a test, so I fell 
in love with a redhead. 
I fell in deep, painful love 
with him, and when we kissed, 
I asked him to show me proof of 
his soul. He unzipped his 
bag and between the bread 
crumbs was a living. breathing
soul. It didn’t hiss at me
and it didn’t push me away.
It simply hugged my ash-
and-bone body, grateful for
the task to touch a living thing.

— Missouri Review

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