Off the planet without warning, as when my father died, a massive heart attack, sudden, unexpected, my first close-up look. Yet my mother-in-law slowed,
The Chinese elms insinuate their curved Mandarin nails into the plumbing beneath my house. Grown tall with greediness, their hands fill the pipes. From
always when I want to live I cry out when life is leaving me I cling to him I say—life don’t go yet his