No. 9 · Tracks
Bright White and Impossible
The lights are on—freshwater flows. Between the television and the fried chicken lie the cigarettes floating in the bowl. Caught in the headlamp, married the deer…
No. 9 · TracksClearwater, 1962
I thumb through the box to find one photograph, black and ecru, four adults smiling. My mother as a young woman, string of pearls, bouquet of…