I SWEATED IT OUT on the floral-print couch between Troy and our mother. We were waiting for my old man to get home. My brother gnashed his gum. Jenny was visiting her friend Heidi Bathen and I was glad she was gone. I saw our reflection in the living room mirror—we had looks of impending […]
selections from RECLAIMING THE DEAD New American Press, 2008 by Miriam Kotzin SEDER “And the Holy One, blessed be He, came and killed the Angel of Death.” —Chad Gadya The host is eager to begin. Like a too familiar uncle, the Angel of Death circles the table. The first question: whose turn. Alone, my […]
so i hold a funeral for myself / girl i used to be / cliche sort of thing / there have been so many funerals / i have never been to the ones that matter / what i’m saying is my grandfather died when the first snow fell and i couldn’t go to the funeral […]
