I gathered my beach towel and book to go up to her sixth floor apartment. I looked up to see her lean over the railing and throw my canvas suitcase over the edge.
Tag: Susan
Je me souviens
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.
Looking for the dead
You are the eye of the storm and the sturm of the drang and you are dead. Deadeye Dick killed with a stick, a stick in the eye.
What is the truth?
On the eight hundred and eighty-first day of her death a drunken man wails in the wilderness.