I step inside a late 1990s photograph—no, not a Polaroid
with its hallucinated wash of color—
Making my grand entrance in the diaphanous light
navy horizons darker than any of my native...
One man dug into the last seat
as though to disappear
& I didn’t know my husband was dying
Lovers returned to conversation
left mid-sentence and who
was real or imagined
Just say goodbye—
& I...
“Nothing seems to be wrong.”The doctor checks his clipboard again, but the motion is stiff, clearly more to prove that he is doing his job than to actually consult...
This is a first-hand account—maybe the only one—of what took place, here in the beautiful town of Z, on the first of ---, in the year ---.
I would swear...
