My Seventy Eight Year Old Neighbor Gave Me A Key To Her Shed And I Was Not Ready For What I Found

And there was something about it now, something I had not let myself fully see in the first drawing, that the face was not quite mine alone. The jaw had a quality. The way the eyes sat in the face. I picked up a third drawing and held all three in my hands and looked at them together and understood, slowly and with the specific reluctance that attends continue reading …