Fragmented Lament
Are you okay? The technician’s voice is an muted echo, drowned and blurred, like the photo of the sea lion on the ceiling as seen through saltwater vision. My “yes” is… Read more »
Tag: Grief
Goodbye to Button
I used to catch her, curled up for a snooze in my centerpiece bowl (Beli is bowling, I would say), as though she hadn’t a care in the world.