Meeting Princeton’s Ghosts
Albert Einstein strolls through campus regularly, I imagine, on his way back home from running whatever errands ghosts run downtown.
Albert Einstein strolls through campus regularly, I imagine, on his way back home from running whatever errands ghosts run downtown.
I am convinced that he chooses the opposite side just to drive me nuts.
Distant bass jars you from Adrianne Lenker’s sweet crooning.
Jane kept my dreams company as I faced unknowns.
A nurse stood at my head, encouraging me to take slow breaths.
I’ve been less decisive about the shelves, however.
I’m about to introduce you to my best friend.
We are ranchers, I told myself. We are tough in the face of life’s harshness.
The Aldi Quarter is always in motion.
“I guess you might still be sleeping and that’s OK, we can talk soon.”