- Even a Fool
A Home for Fools
When we talk about a place,as in “I loved that place,”we aren’t talking about a place at all.
Any fool would know that,or so you would think,but almost no fool does.
I loved the house on River Roadand the one so close to the tracksall conversation stoppedwhen the train came through,by which I meanI loved that time,by which I meanI loved the womanwho was in that timein that place—a home for fools,or a place even a fool could love. [End Page 622]
Things We Agreed On
We were youngand far from home.One of us lovedmore than the otherand at different times.You can never knowwhat the other person felt.Some things are forever.Some things can’t be undone.One of us has forgotten thingsthe other one remembers.There were many thingswe did not understand.Some birds know how to returnto the same place every year.Some morningsthe air tastes like oranges.Some days electricity. [End Page 623]
Jeffrey Talmadge has recent or forthcoming work in Miramar, Gargoyle, and the Concho River Review. He is a graduate of Duke University, the Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers and the University of Texas School of Law.