It was her annual trip...
...when in an elevator she had traveled in over half her life, she pointed to the worn patch of wood and said, "This is still here."
After dinner the missing of mothers drifted into words.
I looked up.
What was still here was how certain nights still felt like Florence if she were a New York evening.
So we wandered and looked at what was still here.
Video – Nov. 22, 2019 reading at Bureau of General Services – Queer Division - I’m honored by Don Yorty who came to my reading on Nov 22th and who has graciously added a video of me to his blog. Vittoria repetto reads from my fingers ...
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