My older sister Nancy and I walk down the street together. In our hands are plastic grocery bags that smell like shame and old onions. We are going trick-or-treating. I know we're getting too old fo ... [+]
My older sister Nancy and I walk down the street together. In our hands are plastic grocery bags that smell like shame and old onions. We are going trick-or-treating. I know we're getting too old fo ... [+]
He lost his second wife in Buffalo.
She hid behind his books and slipped away
on their due date
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I wake, creaking
the room is cold
the house is silent
the day waits
I tell myself to get up
the
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