In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

93 My Mother’s White Radio there, a moon color in the lavender room, in the room we painted yellow pussy willows under a sea blue. Round. Creamy as the moon, its curve lit up the dark, its red ball of a dial hummed when I turned it. Not angular as 90’s shapes, but soft and full as the round Heywood Wakefield in my mother’s room. It was there all night after she brought me water, close as another’s breath ...

Share