Author Information
Their slick-heeled afterlives
Their slick-heeled afterlives smelled like the polish and rags of antique pride.
His pinched his toes with promised eternities of Latin mumblings,
Handed down through neighborhoods of brothers, for which he’d better be grateful.
Her homemade hereafter
She wrapped in a gift bag and filed in a drawer:
A faded footprint of 1967 for him to follow.
