At 6:00 A.M., My Mother Learned Whose House She Lived In

her blood pressure.

I mailed it back unopened.

On the last page of the foreclosure file, Martin had paper-clipped the original courier photo from New Year’s morning.

A thick envelope leaning against my mother’s storm door. One stone angel in frame, nose chipped, turned partly away.

Sometimes I look at that picture and think about all the years I spent continue reading …