No Heat
Leo didn’t want much for the work, but offered the keyboard that lay doused in cellar dust— same shit had wrecked his lungs a lifetime and now caused this clogged, syncopated samba to come from the place his voice box should be—he packed it up, wheezed, Good Night, Ahl, and was gone for good. I call him every day to finish the work, mend the pipe still leaking—no answer, till […]
