When the bride buzzed in,
the groom held my mom’s roses.
We had 15 minutes.
Cuffs: no. La palabra
de Dios: Sí.
(poetry)
Tag: Tim Fitts
The room dark and emptied now, Elisha sits alone in the first row looking up at the piano he’s filled with ghosts.
(fiction)
where were you // when you heard it / who were you with / what did it make you feel
Kafka can sit for hours on the corner of the balcony, the elbow, looking down on the busy intersection. On one corner, across from us is the Escher House, a three-story mansion now converted into cheap rooms.
(nonfiction)
