“They gave it to me at the Tiger Mart.”
“Oh yeah,” I say.
“It’s a dollar.” he says.
He turns the coin over then reads it.
“John Tyler,” he says, “who’s John Tyler?”
“I don’t know,” I say.
“Was he a president?”
“I’m terrible at history,” I say.
“Right,” he says, “me too.”
At lunch the only thing I forgot at home was a ceramic bowl to microwave my food,…
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I was at work when I heard the baby was coming. A nurse called, all business as she told me. But behind the official tone, her voice wavered, if only slightly. There was something wrong, and I told her as much. Complications. That’s all she would or could…
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that keeps getting higher.
We woke up with it.
The ringing started
before our alarm.
Our ears heard it first.
Inner tubing its way
into our brains.
It gets higher then higher
then even higher.
Then it cuts off.
Then it cuts on,