I Left My House Empty Three Days Before Christmas

by inches for years.

When Frank was alive, there was at least one other person in the room who saw it.

He wasn’t a speech-maker. Frank worked thirty-eight years at the port and thought long conversations were for politicians and salesmen. But he saw things. He’d catch Diane handing me a diaper bag without asking, or Gary slipping out to “run an errand” continue reading …