Googleus Nuncius
when
the
letters
from susan
fell off completely
i assumed she was ghosting me
again - then in night blizzard hallucination where
i spun our courtship and marriage as a dali painting flushed with flesh fluidity
her broken hips portend her bravado and our snail mail bickerings may have snapped shut
i cross bones on the galaxy of google to find
her obituary retire
me from first spouse to
widower
snow flakes
still
drift
