Category: Family
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Jacksonville, Illinois
i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…
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I say, tilting my head
,” I say, tilting my head adjusting my earring, you holding my coat and scarf as if you are my servant, laughing with eased waists, as if we are sisters. At the front desk, you say, “go figure,” shrugging, I nod, pay, tip, sun streaming, warming everything it lights, you disappear into the back office,…
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Jeanie
Skies hang today like my gray-brown bed sheet from when I knew you, discolored by countless nights of filthy feet and scraped knees from spud and ding dong ditch and ghosts in the graveyard, never washing white. How long it takes to see the nonwhite on the sheet and then longer still to decide whether…
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