My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

loud place suddenly goes underwater.

Nana had been dead nine years.

I slid one finger under the flap but stopped when Brent lifted his mic and announced my name.

Work first.

Grief could wait in line like everybody else.

What I Said On That Stage

I’ve never been afraid of microphones.

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