Christmastime 2023
We wiped off the muck of sitting under the long grass, where she had been keeping us waiting. We had been waiting a long time now, Sarah and I.
The other day, a strange man told me that someone named George said hi, can you believe that? He asked if I had an older brother or a cousin or someone close to me named George, as if he was delivering messages from the dead. Someone named George is worried about you… Well, the only George I know is my cat.
That’s strange, he said.
And Ashanti’s long and curling hair always a delight dancing in my eyes. And the many-colored lights that David doesn’t like.
You and I are living again.
Christmastime, 2023.























