After the Walk, the Recall
Sara Epstein
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Like after sex, the cigarette.
Remember that? Recall at this age just as satisfying. Ah, there it is, deep inhale, I am whole again, the hole is filled with who said they remembered the birthday parades around the block we used to have when the kids were little. How good it was to be together, with the aunts and uncles and grandparents, the babies in arms and the older ones running ahead, my dad in the drama of it all, paper cone hat tilting like it’s a Parisian beret or New Year’s Eve at a bar, tooting a kazoo as we marched. Yes, it was my sister who told me, after I told her that the kids’ Uncle Bruce had just died, he who used to smoke cigarettes once upon a time. |