Monthly Archives: November 2020

I search for left hands in a bin

I dreamed last that you came to visit, that you had something important to tell. I was busy stocking shelves at the store, and asked you to wait for a few minutes.

The doorway facing me allows a slivered fractional view of a streetside window. Through the left lower corner, a sign across the way warns, No Trespassing.

“It’s cold out there, Greg.” ~Iditarod Red Lantern Award Winner Bill Mackey The mercury read two below zero when I left Twisp.