He would joke, ask me if I got horny when we passed a barber shop and then kiss me lightly on my hand. I imagine dying, and my sister and her husband finding the vibrator and shaking their heads. Poor lonely girl they'd say, holding my cat. The woman crying has on a tacky Hawaiian shirt and cat-eye sunglasses that make me think she's an FBI agent, which doesn't make sense, it's just she's so wrong for November and graveyards. Beyond the woman, an elm rocks back and forth and both nod at me as I pass on the way to my car.
Night begins to bleed beyond the overcast sky.
I think faith is a size I've grown out of but never stop trying on. When we moved off Perkins behind KFF Bakery, Charlie started growing plants. I asked if Midas had a brother with fertilizer fingers because we would watch them crown and stretch to the light. When Charlie disappeared they gave up. In med school, before Charlie, I met a guy over an open cadaver.