In the afternoon sunshine, John’s death certificate glows bright green on my desk.
Not a veteran.
The sun transforms the books on the north wall into an ordered riot of colors.
In a radio interview, a Utah AIDS patient opines that “we all feel immortal for quite some time.”
[from Immortal for Quite Some Time]
work by Nina Pops and Zarko Radakovic — manuscript from Knifer and pencil