Alien Life
I read about your death on the back page of The Daily Point. Flashbacks of you: small, mute, three steps behind your mother in braids, hiking at Pound Ridge with granola and plums, a swarm of kids chasing your sister around the high school track while you sat by an old elm and counted stalks of dying weeds. That summer your grandfather slouched in the warm shade, clutching his […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 