THE DAY’S LAST MINUTES

Certain of nothing now but smiling and the pup, sighing tired sighs in my lap. Possibility of the day’s last minutes growing limp like wilted radish greens. What I could start and not finish haunts me. Dinner was invented, destroyed, and the dishes speak of a modern, though pointless porcelain sculpture. And isn’t that theContinue reading “THE DAY’S LAST MINUTES”

VOLUNTARY GOODBYE

Sweeping up the last traces of you, just now, I pulled out the furniture to find stray tufts of fur in levitating pompoms behind the end table and the curtains. This would be how I say goodbye and a what voluntary goodbye it was. Goodbye, cat. See you later, maybe, cat. Each sweeping motion, castingContinue reading “VOLUNTARY GOODBYE”