Case File: No. 1 My husband was washing dishes,his hands in those yellow rubber gloves,the water running, a hum.I looked up to a sink full of soap,limp gloves on tiles. * Case File: No. 2 I scoured the woods on my ownafter 9-1-1 was reduced to a busy signal.Kept checking under the same log.Your shovel,…
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Grief Triptych
In memory of Matt Kinnison Unnamed, unknown I am telling an unnamed, unknown someone, that I dreamt Ed was still alive. But I am telling the unnamed, unknown person this in a dream. Even as I sleep, I know that it’s complicated. I see Ed twisting in pain on the floor. Thin as a greyhound,…
Five Imaginary Babes
In time I’ve had five babies. The first one was boneless and meatless; it was a puggish fold of skin, and I would throw it on the ground in disgust where it would puddle up and gurgle little flatulent gusps that were almost cute but stank like dank pot. Within a few days, having accidently…