Sublime

Her hair was pulled into eight black dandelion clocks,

As a boy I had been taken with my three older sisters to Best & Co. and DePinna’s, upscale stores on Fifth Avenue that expediently sold both girls’ and boys’ clothes, and there I was properly outfitted for a proper life. Now, in the 1950s, Best and DePinna’s were still doing business, just a few blocks to the east. But in the geography of my li

Adam waits, month by month, for the choked black walnut to die and take his baby brother with it, smothered in his own clown-covered coverlet. But both live, which only proves to Adam that life is trying to say something no one hears.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin—five

Child to child Eye to eye We grew as one, Sharing souls. Wing by wing, Leaf by leaf You left this world, You died before the child.

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