![]() ![]() The problem, if there was one, was simply a problem with the question. This went on for a long time.Ī man saw a bird and wanted to paint it. Sometimes the man felt like the bird and sometimes the man felt like a stone-solid, inevitable-but mostly he felt like a bird, or that there was a bird inside him, or that something inside him was like a bird fluttering. The bird had a song inside him, and feathers. The dead will make room for me.Ī man saw a bird and found him beautiful. Their names remain on the deed to the house. ![]() These things are complicated, says the Health Department. These things are complicated, says the Talmud. When the man who was not my father divorced my mother, I stopped being related to him. At the reception, after his funeral, I got mean on four cups of Lime Sherbet Punch. My father was buried down the road, in a box his other son selected, the ashes of his third wife in a brass urn that he will hold in the crook of his arm forever. Eventually, he was forced to divorce her. When he said this, she would stub out a cigarette, mutter something under her breath. Phyllis, he would say, If you don’t stop buying jewelry, I will have to divorce you to keep us out of the poorhouse. My mother married a man who divorced her for money. ![]()
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