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