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215 whAT i sAid Woke up last night at 4:00 sliding down the pipe to my death dark red jittery slide the sump of metaphysics there carnivorous hoodoo and like any baby monkey on its wire frame my soul turned to her Late in her life my mother took to calling 911 wee hour ambulance to the hospital It was never dire her eternal stomach and intestinal ailments Once on the phone I even lectured her on the cost of medical care “It gets a little scary, Richard Can you understand that?” I did I do and when I sheepishly said so we had a rare sweet moment of unity That was fifteen years ago “I love you, Ma Don’t be scared” I said last night mothering my dead mother mothering my death and then I went back to sleep • ...

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