closer

i live in the middle of nowhere. the edge of a warehouse district, on the teasing cusp of gentrification. the streets are littered with debris. innocuous but sometimes disturbing. the crumpled bit of newspaper or cluster of leaves you see down the street may turn out to be the splattered corpse of a rat when you get closer. a dead pigeon. the other day, i saw a torn wing. how that bird's wing got torn off, i don't want to know... but i kind of do...

the show went off well. erwin was impressive. a heartbreaking scene from "death of a saleman".

mom's visit was relatively uneventful. walked around brooklyn heights. she showed me where we lived for a year, when i was 3 or 4. vague memories stirred and faded.

when she left, broke out the jack and the smokes. flights of angels carried me to the darkest depths of slumber... i sometimes wish i could still cry.