motorola razor. ms editor.
at grandma’s, always magically lit.
i remember when she didn’t remember for a moment and asked if we ever made it to the moon.
she said there was supposed to be some good water up there, rocking in a rocker that was molded from her late husband’s form.
he had said
he had seen
Jesus (this was when he was near death), though he had been blind then for a number of years. once i saw him in town and said “hi, grandpap,” it took him a while to realize who i was. ain’t that funny?
here is a ladder.
only two rungs necessary.