You were going bald
May 14, 2012
Four for a Quarter
I see your picture. All the time. Even when I close my eyes. You said that I needed to grow up. To look at myself. Straight in the eyes. And not look away.
Sometimes. I try and look away. You were going bald. Which was not the fashion of the day. For women. I wouldn’t have cared. If you had grown a moustache. But you had to take it back. Everything you said.
One foot out of life. The other stuck in the elevator. Doors. We were kids. But that picture you gave me. I can’t live with. I look so healthy. But so completely. Out of my mind.