2.

The day she passed, the rain grew bored of streets in my city. After the brief phone call, and the dull
click at both ends of the line, I went for a walk among the drying worms and watched as a bird
careened against the square trick of a window, collapsing into the blades of an uncut lawn. And what
was left. Blood. Still life with glass and feathers. My friend is white space here. I write about the
worms and the bird to avoid her, eating the margins of this page. I love her. Loved her. Past tense,
meaning echo, the half-clear sound of going, going. Gone.

3.

she passed, the rain grew bored of streets in my city. After the brief phone call, and the dull

clickboth ends of the line, I went for a walk among the drying worms and watched as a bird
careened against the square trick of a window, collapsing into the blades of an uncut lawn. And what
was left. Blood. Still life with glass and feathers. My friend is white space here. I write about the
worms and the bird to avoid her, eating the margins of this page. I love her. Loved her. Past tense,
meaning echo, the half-clear sound of going, going. Go—

4.