For My Sister, Elaine Altman
1. RFK and JFK, a bridge and an airport, but in another part of NYC, I leave my sister in the ground, it wasn’t a heart attack, just some ploy
1. RFK and JFK, a bridge and an airport, but in another part of NYC, I leave my sister in the ground, it wasn’t a heart attack, just some ploy
Prelude He looked boyish. He held a credit card and paid for our dinner. He hoped he hadn’t talked too much. You did, I told him. Why should I pretend otherwise?
Using two opposable thumbs my future unfolds never a dull moment– at the gym between sets, at the cashier waiting on line, watching the evening news, talking to you from
I share the road with the darting lizard, greet other hikers where before there was only a quickening to save myself from saying hello. I hear a horse neigh, reminded of a
Flat like an envelope begging to be opened, scolding me for not making a donation or missing a sale. For the life of me, I don’t want to give it a
I do sit ups on a mat beneath a clock. Two guys rack weights and argue about where to find the best lengua from food trucks throughout the city, compare
I invite you to my website.