The kind you’re born with, the kind you choose, the kind that teach Catholic school
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S. L. Wisenberg is a writer who lives and worries in the Midwest. She has a piece in the current issue of Ploughshares.
You call me at my new apartment. I wait for you to mention Grandma’s table one more time — it’s been in storage for a year since she died, waiting for a grandchild to claim it.
I was aware early on that we were on separate vacations, you in a sun-drenched country on the cusp of the rainy season, and I as lost as a piece of luggage, fallen into some dark, sludgy place, a certain waxy glaze over everything.