Emily on Tuesday
She is smug and confident
and in-my-face.
His car rolls up to the curb, you switch your mood, which doll to bring and rush out again on
TO MY HUSBAND, WHO 33 YEARS AGO DIED AT THE AGE OF 33 De mortuis, nihil nisi bonum Of you
No father. That’s what I told you. By second grade, friends said
Once upon a time there was no time. It held us like water. The minutes were monsters sewn out of
It’s not that I have any love for the making: long lists for the grocer, vacation, what bills need paying