What would happen if I stayed in the house for another week? Would they know? Perhaps they already know. Perhaps it is already a subject. But how would they know? People still came, what of it if I didn’t go? Outside looks dour. It’s not a day to go out. It’s a day to stare […]
Luger
There’s a box in the closet. It must have held boots or waders – it’s large and full of family photographs; Polaroids, photo-booth strips, sleeved negatives, scalloped edge snapshots from the 50’s, graduation photos, wedding shots, two passport pictures, a cube of slides, even some faxes that have faded to faint purple smears. It’s a […]
The Silent Sacrifices of Mothers
Photographs of Anita’s belly cover the fridge door – striae, mottling, the dark line from her umbilicus – a burnished passage from tree to bud. My temples flicker – will I love my baby, as if he had grown inside of me, will I feel like a real mother, a real woman? I gnaw on […]