Literature

Dax’s orange hat

You arrived alone that autumn night, your tiny

I like my mask

“You’re a resident?”

“My father died, slipped in the shower.”

“I’m sick, Doctor!”

Your thin skin

I stand on the side you can still see from

She told me she

I feel fine, she said;

Blue and floppy you arrive

What if we could cover up blemishes, hide

Avalon Be Damned

brown eyes wild with panic

Seeing them identify

You sign

I remember touching her face, I knew it was

To seeing death. I can’t grieve.

Here you are

Sixty seconds of silence.

Yellow is the archetypal color of insanity,