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My mom called me yesterday. “Hello?” “You’re using your professional voice. Are you busy?” “No. Hi, Mom! I didn’t look at the number. Didn’t realize it was you.” “Yeah, you sounded wary.” “I was not wary. What’s up?” COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOOOOO! “Oh my god, Mom. Is there a rooster on your shoulder?” She laughs, “No, but …Not for me
Not long after moving to Michigan, my parents drove us into the small town of Whitehall. Through the small town to the water that lapped up against its edges. White Lake. We had moved to Michigan only recently, and I don’t believe we were yet in school. I was about to enter the 3rd …Glossing over poison When I was about 8, my dad decided to retire and devote himself more fully to the development of his genius. He got some sort of fellowship from the state of Michigan to make this possible . . . welfare, I think it was called. As part of his grant, my dad was awarded …Certificates of genius Freezing wintry cold. I wait. With the other children, but apart. As always. At the bus-stop. I wait for the heavy doors to swing open, and I step up the black rubbery steps. Out of the freezing wintry cold and into the only slightly warmer space of the school-bus. Hurry down the aisle, stepping …Thumbprint |
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