1. They say you couldn’t stop singing. All night, the needle fed you: stripped of most of your skin, and the room around you
Because he no longer remembers her name, my mother buys my grandfather a rooster. Because he falls off a dining room chair, my mother
It’s a wonder that anyone sleeps through this throb of crickets. In the crook of night, they pulse, shrill with discarded woes: last week’s