You swooped in to take a close-up the first time in more than sixty years by my count, no time at all. Maybe you couldn’t believe the wind whispering in your soft ear had to see with
Snap out of it, I told my golem friend. There are more important things than dwelling in the past perfect, no need to cry over spilled chicken soup nor hunger after latkes with sour
Before I could subscribe his ears to the terracotta soothings of past times, I tried to cheer his decomposed spirits, played around with a bronze coin saved in my pocket and
Before he uplifted buildings from their foundation the golem demanded to know the truth, for he had grown way beyond his britches and forsooth was capable of anything weirdo, which
Along Leona Canyon, it’s past time for dog walkers to crowd the trail, we head out, hills greener from rain, a private consult between me and my partner-in-crime from the thirteenth
He expands in my pocket like a tampon filled with blood. He’s getting bigger and stronger, beats his way out of my purse. Now there’s a hole in the leather, wallet
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