Model Behavior
They balance in tree pose—a human forest; real trees would smile at this. He frowns when she licks her fingers in public; suddenly she is four years old. Anxious mother’s hands hover like bees as she...
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Twice today I heard references to graves and mortality on the radio. Both times I thought of my mom, who is 78, and felt a mix of dread and deep sadness. It’s winter. It’s cold. Can we please talk...
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Six and Twenty Blackbirds Flecks of ink in bare trees, blackbirds haunt the schoolyard. Swings hang red, plastic-still over untroubled snow, silence. We pretend we have answers, but blame, like birds’...
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