Down three flights of stairs, round around, our walls stamped with a flowery pattern and the linoleum floor and stair treads, all 19th-century filthy, probably at some point a whitish and all a who-knows shade of dinge now. Sometimes I think about taking out a bucket and scrubbing the steps until I feel better. Today […]
Read More CirclesYou want to sit on the end because only one person will be next to you. Also if you sit on the end, you can rest your head behind you. Your head will rest on the panel behind you that is an ad or a subway map or a nice poem about a house and […]
Read More On the Train1. I didn’t know I was alone because I didn’t know. 2. My sister could walk, and we got going. (Pictured: my sister enjoying my swag from my brief hospital stay from which I emerged without my appendix.) 3. My sister and I made mud pies under the tulip tree, next to the air conditioner. […]
Read More Thirty-four Years With My SisterWhen I went into Space Mountain (THE MIND) I was gutted a couple of times by tears, I had said goodbye to my mom and sisters. I had to walk through my crying up the long walk the ramps of Space Mountain past the dark windows with sprinkle of stars and the big windows of […]
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Going On 