The hospice smells too clean. Nurses wheel around heavy carts of grief. The immensity of our love makes us ill with sadness. How imposing that clock is, waiting on the mantle. How fast it speeds around that axis. How difficult it is to recognize you, sickness decorating every inch of your body. The nameplate at […]
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Riding the train home at 8 AM, diffused light stings. I squint past my own reflection to a view I love in the morning. But not this morning. The trees and apartment buildings crawl by, my own face a pastel shadow on their facades. Even resting my fingers on my throat hurts. Last night pins […]
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I pace the aging dock, its wood groaning in the shallow water. My summer- browned legs quiver at the thought of walking the plank. I cannot see the joy in swimming in this, where beneath the surface dart tiny fish, slimy reeds that will seize my ankles and toes. I can see, though, how her […]
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