I think we called itBonner’s Hill or Bonner’s Mile because it seemed that long and he used to live therethough he died by the time we were old enough for the dirt bikes we pedaled to maximum speedbefore the tuck and float all the way down helmetlessdodging potholes and loose gravel at the riverbendwhere they …
Before you shot yourself in the chest I had forgotten you. Visiting here after twenty-five years, false claimant of homeland,I’m pocketing columbine seeds from the library garden.How like me to make this about me. Your motherin the grocery store moving slow and hunched among the frozen dinners. The joker you dated in high school—was I …