the sidewalks bled rainbows

December 28, 2013

I remember the streets. Pools of water lingered where the asphalt dipped, sparkling with foreign color, screaming irony. My mother could not bear to look out at a Munch painting, screaming eyes black, gaping pools of ash; a mouth dropped open in comprehension of its own pale mortality. Her chest tightened, face scrunched – and some ER workers took her […]