Say/Mean

A poem I wrote when I was twenty years old. “I’m fine” I need time to figure out how I feel. I need you to know what’s wrong because that’s how I measure if you care at all. I’m dying, I’m dead, I need to sleep for a hundred years, just go away. “I’m tired”…

Duluth

It was laundry day for him. He was on the phone with me as I drove up, guiding me through the last couple turns. He came up from the basement as I shut off my car, answered the door wearing shorts. Hugged me. The entryway was dark, the kitchen frigid and bare — the whole…