sept-oct 1996 move move fear inside no time not friend can’t send rough closure see you, see me shake, hand, wave sign goodbye for all of life as far as I see what’s new what’s called lied tonight and bawled final page final book no redo no back look no time sigh non do run …
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Gaslight in our Front Yard
Gaslight comes through the window of my bedroom. Its incandescent hues cast a broken square upon my wall. It makes the old paint glow a faded yellow-white. I can see the moving shadow of the curtains blowing to the beat of evening breezes. Lying in my bed, I feel so much; only a child, but …