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  • Scrambled 81

         April 1981. My brother and I are running around the backyard, searching for Easter eggs. It’s cold. Our movements are static, slightly-delayed in my mind—as though this is not a memory but an old slide-show film from the 70s.       He’s being nice to me for once, my brother.  I remember that. Just yesterday,…

  • Resting Place

    My mother gave me pictures of her and her son both dead We all die sooner or later No one comes into the world thinking she will suffer a lingering, painful death or that he will die of a ruptured ulcer We all die quickly or slowly We all die of trivial things which is…

  • Alas

    I’m back. I didn’t mean to be gone so long…I went to the beach time forgot and in the whole town, apparently there is one internet connection and all the damn kids were on it.  Notes. I owned the sun, bitches. And then I got a cold and now the Universe owns me and I’m…

  • happen

    I take a break from my guilt A night of fun with my unrequited love He’s unrequited but not really my love I need him for much bigger things Bob Seger’s voice haunts Somewhere tonight someone’s thinking back to someone who got closer   I try hard to concentrate this song is about me this…

  • Facts about Sobbing

    Sobbing is never, ever attractive. It makes people uncomfortable. Sobbing induces other people’s sobbing. It makes the one who started the sobbing feel a little guilty, but not really. Sobbing is best suppressed after two minutes. One can continue to sob inwardly, but it’s best to be polite about it and shut up. Sobbing causes…

  • Stones

    Consider it written in stone. The stone at the head of a non-descript grave at a non-descript cemetery on the outskirts of some field in the middle of nowhere. Here she lies. This is how it will go. Tomorrow, there will be tears. Tomorrow, there will be a long, sad drive home and an even…

  • Go Quietly

    Neither of us will go quietly. That was obvious from the first. Her moans and denials and fight are only restrained by the liquid morphine that courses through her veins. She will not go quietly.   On the way to see her. On the way to see her for the last time. I did not…

  • Dying a Death

    The last words I’ll ever hear her speak are, “I’ve still got fight left in me.” Or maybe, “I don’t have no fight left in me.” I distinctly heard “fight left in me.” I asked her how she was.  Dry: “I’m great.” Floated back into her morphine dreams or nightmares. Later, when I was alone…

  • Answer

    For her to feel our family are vandals carving indifference into her heart Not here   She doesn’t use these exact words Where are they? The answer is exacting hissing in the air around and between us burning into the walls and branding our skin every inch words smoking notherenotherenotherenotherenotherenotherenothere

  • Guilt

    …because at the end of the day, I connected two comments together and realized how horrifying disrespectful it is to one person and how it’s also sadly true for the other. My aunt lays in the hospital with major health issues, all of which are simple peasant girls surrounding Queen Cancer.  She needs a higher…