names all run together. There have been so many. Haldol, Thorazine, Stelazine, Prolixin. The gods, and their small, pale wives, Artane, and Cogentin.
of it touches her. She stands like a dry stalk. She has lice in her hair and her
eyes are black polished stones, two holes. Cut from a white cloth. Ghost eyes.
could whistle with her fingers. Loud. It hurt your ears. She liked Eddie
Cochran and root beer, she was bad at math. She could draw.
could not sing.
days I sat at the table, ninety-three, it’s a hot one, Kevin says hi, Joan is
expecting and the dog just had kittens the world ends tomorrow and they finally
put in a stoplight at Main and Gayoso.
says nothing. A half-lie. She stares, like something you see in a cage at the
in my eyes. Tell me why I should miss you.
said everything twice. In the end I said nothing.
hurts my ears.