Monthly Archives: February 2012 She sits alone and people watch her. They watch her out of the corner of their eyes, noticing the way she holds herself, the way she doesn’t smile, the way she sits with three pens laid in a neat row in front of her… and I wonder why does she need three for only an…  He sits silent, nervously plucking the frayed threads on the arm-rest of the chair across from my desk, and I think of torn hearts and how he’s grasping at only strings, trying to piece his back together. “Well,” he says slowly, “I guess we’re getting a divorce.” The words hang hopeless between us, and I…  I remember that morning, how the fog rolled thick across the lawn from where I stood and how I knew a beautiful day was arising. And I remember the way I stood nervous in the foyer of their house on Sunday morning, waiting to take Southern Gal to a church two miles away, and after,…  When those we love are found asleep with pill bottles lined in front of them like silent viewers at an execution, we stop cold, frozen in our incapability to reason. Silent prayers pour desperate from within because the lips are hushed for lack of words. Slowly, the story leaks. It began with a visit to… |
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