I Saw Her Leave Two Children at the Gate

big shoulders and bad yellow hair.

My hair isn’t yellow. It is, at best, tired gray. But I knew who she meant.

I folded the paper and put it in my inside pocket.

I still have it there half the time, tucked behind business cards and receipts and the usual garbage men carry when they don’t want to look sentimental.

My instincts made me a lot of money over continue reading …