Off in the clear-cuts/
the radio runs on. I hear this era is plagued/
by cacophonies of flight./
4.08
The Kitchen
We imagined that his family survived on a diet of acorns and squirrels, so we felt sorry for him and pretended not to see when he’d stuff tortillas in his pockets before leaving.
Now That You Are Here
When I heard she was in hospital, I procured every reason why I didn’t need to be at her side. It was only pneumonia. I had my novel to finish.