Author and Physician
Her brother called me last night. He has this voice, like a radio jazzman. Low and round. Makes you feel like you’re swallowing it right through the phone.
“Valerie?” He said. “It’s Allen,” he told me. I already knew because, unlike me, my phone never forgets a name. “News isn’t good,” he said.
You were wearing this hat that made you look like a kid. Your car keys hung round your neck on a child’s lanyard. It was dark and you stood with one black boot pointed at the door, telling me that you were going and don’t worry and you’d be back, later. It’s raining I said. NoContinue reading “Hat”
You are talking about science class and I am watching the way your hair curves past your chin without touching it. You are talking about prom dresses and I see the way your upper lip curls seashell like over your teeth as you speak. You are talking about boys, one boy, and I am watching the way your feet dance Continue reading “Reaching for L”