My three sisters are sitting
on rocks of black obsidian.
For the first time, in this light, I can see who they are.

My first sister is sewing her costume for the procession.
She is going as the Transparent lady
and all her nerves will be visible.

My second sister is also sewing ( Read more... )

I'm heading out to Michigan in a couple hours for my aunt Helen's funeral. I don't think I'm necessarily dealing very well. I realised last night that it's not quite real for me as long as I don't go out to Michigan - while in NY, Helen and I never did more than exchange a few emails a year, but when I was in Michigan we spent most of our time ( Read more... )