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”


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”