Under Where 3

2017 Outside the hospital is a reed-thin man wearing a porkpie hat atop a wild afro and a sagging, black trench coat, weights tugging at the pockets. He’s playing a saxophone badly, his feet tapping a percussion accompaniment I’ve never heard before and that’s not required now but it’s La Vie En Rose and I…

Under Where 2

Wait… did you read part 1? If not, click to start here   1987 Not far enough into the background, the rooster crows but that’s not the jarring sound that helps me cross over into wakefulness. Get up, you lazy piece o…. I pull the pillow over my head to drown out the rest. I…