A First Loose Tooth

Standing on the step stool to look in the bathroom mirror while she wiggled her tooth, Vaughn announced, “My tooth is a rocking chair.”

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Later last night, I tried to explain to Vaughn, who had been bothered by talk of starting again to look for a new house, that it didn't matter what house we lived in, the important thing was that we are all together, to which she replied, “We won't be together when we’re gone,” and then proceeded to cry.

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My tooth is a rocking chair.
We won't be together when we’re gone.

You're Going To Die

Words by Timothy Furstnau
Narration by Vito Acconci
Direction by Dennis Palazzolo



Hat tip: Pallimed Arts & Humanities

Edits in Passing

The heart stops briefly when someone dies,
a quick pain as you hear the news, & someone passes
from your outside life to inside. Slowly the heart adjusts
to its new weight, & slowly everything continues, sanely.

—Ted Berrigan, from “Things To Do in Providence”