It is a sin to pray for our dead, my mother said, your grandpa, aunt, sister, they’re no longer your concern. I learned what
Here I am living in Toronto, Texas cowboys loping through cacti, crossing horse troughs on Bathurst, toward Dundas Saloon, corral on Queen each cactus
What’s in that Midwestern river but miles of fallen leaves twigs, boughs, centuries of oak-silt and cow dung silage and corn silk, sorghum, motor