For a Friend Gone Away: Narcissistic Version

I do not miss you the way a fish, thrashing and gurgling, misses water. I do not miss you like a brother. Your brother, balding like you, already does. In order to miss you like my daughter, that little pocket mirror wearing my dimples, I would have to hold you down while I blethered raspberries…

Bedtime Story

He set the sun and the moon to be earth’s lamplight, lanterns for men —Beowulf Hinged on the glowing pin of a porch light, a blurring twister of moth wings makes twin shadows of sisters at the window. At a word from their father, they patter up the stairs, nude as moon babies, and come…