Maureen Seaton

My gallows-humor grandmother and my Scorpionic ex-boyfriend stand side by side at the foot of my bed. They may be standing years apart and only appear as if together, but no matter, the effect is simultaneous. They’re both happy to see me, both offering what looks like encouragement to join them. Sure, I tell them, …

The world is full of hair, dissembling. Mine sheds strand by strand, clump by lustrous clump. I could reach up and pull out a handful, make a wig, dye it teal blue. In the window there’s a tree gathering elegance now that the Rockies have promised this winter’s snows are done. I’m living too unobserved …