Lost my job at the Bump and Brew. Boss said, “Elmer, it’s quits for you.” Lost my truck when the brakes broke free Flying down the highway at ninety-three. Lost my mind when I lost my dear. Guess it’s time to drink another beer? pack my fishing gear? jump off a pier?
Ann S. Epstein, whose height in inches is roughly commensurate with this story’s length in words, writes fiction and memoir.
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