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Automatic Hands

Seamus tells me I’m the left hand, down on the lower staff, playing the bass notes. “Essential,” he says. “You know?” He knows I’m leaving. He’s begun to console me, in advance. His mother has a new man who’s moving … Continue reading

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Smitty

Recently the sliding glass doors at Kroger have developed a laugh. Something’s amiss with the rollers in one door. It’s a female laugh that reminds me of an old aunt. I like to linger in the doorway, clutching my grocery … Continue reading

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