Raisins


Casey is baking cookies. Because of the rain & it’s absurdly cold & because I’m 53 & need chocolate, suddenly, and because we live too far away, from everything!

Then he asks Alexa to play a song he heard on the radio… and the lyrics sneak into my studio and into my soul… mirroring our own poetry–31 years ago (without the vomit.)

And I pull away.

Because who can live with that kind of intimacy!
And still pay the bills.

Because no matter how well we love, parting is inevitable.
“Even when we’re ghosts…”

Thank God he put raisins in the cookies.

I hate raisins!

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