My Children Came Back to the Hospital Pretending to Care but My Bed Was Already Empty

an excuse to be outside in the light. I do not remember falling. I remember the garden, the particular quality of the spring air, the sound of a bird somewhere in the olive tree at the far wall, and then nothing until Tuesday at four forty-seven when my fingers moved and Lucía was there.

The children arrived the day I was admitted. I know this because continue reading …