LOVER

Re/membering

Going Home ceremony for Big Chief Donald Harrison Sr. All photos ©EAU

 

 

My Queen is the best Queen

FEBRUARY

The bottle of Jack was more than half gone when the hospital called. Dread is weather, it floods and freezes. It's possible to live without it, but it'd been awhile. Driving through Michigan winter, was there ever color? Color leeched out; I knew what was happening. Where were you when your mother died?

I went to my first big parade, Endymion. The spectacle pounds the sense out of me - I fight for special beads. At home later in bed, the old rotary phone rings over and over. "Hello?" "...........". This was before technology. Dread skitters back on hooves, gut cold as ice. Where were you when your lover died? And did you find him three days later, rigor mortis setting in?

I was Amelia Earhart, it was Mardi Gras. Driving to his house in a borrowed Mercedes, it starts as twilight then it's like the sun had always been set, stars and crescent moon biting back. Black isn't ever really black, you know. There's blue, red, even white in there. These things happened to me and other things keep happening. That's just how the story goes. 

All These Things Are Gone; photo ©EUnderwood

"Take powerful action," Brittany Packnett