Thursday, September 26, 2024

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

Behind the Curtain


phone call

the stranger says

a familiar name


out for fresh air

on the wet asphalt

a dying worm

 

feel-good-tea

her birthday package remains

unopened

 

some things I will never know

did she really liked white roses?

 

one last time looking up her name in the address book

 

the woman

who wasn't my grandmother

someone sends his

condolences

Deborah Karl-Brandt