The Patients Who Died
This is not an elegy. It’s a blackberry. It’s a pumpkin shattered on concrete, the porch in the background unharmed and a river filled with children’s bodies floating into the Halloween of hospitals; I’ve worked too many years on an ambulance, the orange flashing lights memorized in my mind so that I see them in the dark of my body, in the deep twigs of my thoughts, so that a […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 