It was the back of his ear that I missed the
most. He left to a
sunny place so long ago that I can hardly remember his face.
The light on his skin and the scent of the spot behind his hair is all
that remains.
-CL
I'm alone in the bleachers watching the vendor
counting and recounting
the glasses of lemonade.I'm sure he has lost his mind. he has been in the
same frozen position for hours, his fingers move ever so slightly. I wonder
if he will be here the next time I come.
-CL
It reminds me of Papa walking through Las
Vegas, silently
screaming. until finally he got lost forever. The sun was always
too hot there.
-CL
"I said, do you want a beer?"
Chasing shadows