Only once did he ever throw a dollar coin in, and that was a moment.
Tag: loss
Spoon Rings
Haunted jewelry. It had an upswing in the ’60s and ’70s. I wonder how many of those rings we found were authentic— and came with ghosts.
Thirteen Years Later
“Hi, Jon,” I said. When I heard you answer back—using my name— I lost all composure. I cried, because you were one of the only ones who ever said my name with love.
Laid to Ashes
You blew into my mouth then, and I swallowed, because spitting seemed like an insult.
French Fries and Choir Girls
She laughed in my arms—because laughter was the only emotion allowed.
The Day Nirvana Died
We just so happened to have a newer bus that day, one with a radio installed because our driver’s usual bus was at the mechanic.
From Ashes to Wings
The cold of you that left me— I will not deny it. I let it dissolve me, a watery grave I stayed in for a time, learning a new rhythm.
Jasmine on the Grave 