Your silence is leaning toward judgment. Yesterday I bragged, writing to calm my paranoid friend, that I never assume the worst when my pals don’t write. Now assuming the worst, I think what I must have done, or not done. Surely some recognition…
4 tygodnie temu
A woman is reading a poem on the street and another woman stops to listen. We stop too. with our arms around each other. Suddenly a hug comes over me and I’m giving it to you, like a variable star shooting light off to make itself comfortable, then…
4 tygodnie temu
He offers, between planes, to buy me a drink. I’ve never talked to a fireman before, not one from Brooklyn anyway. Okay. Fine, I say. Somehow the subject is bound to come up, women firefighters, and since I’m a woman and he’s a fireman, between the two of us, we know something…
4 tygodnie temu
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives or who dies, I’m still a woman. I’ll always have plenty to do. I bring the arms of his shirt together. Nothing can stop our tenderness. I’ll get back to the poem. I’ll get back to being a woman. But for now there’s a shirt, a giant shirt…
4 tygodnie temu