Evanston
8 October 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry, elegy
My dad would like to ship my grandmother to Oregon, but first
he calls to ask what I think about heart surgery. She'll die
if they do and she'll die if they don't and there are buckets of hyacinths
on my rooftop, and bathtubs of irises; I don't want to talk about this…
