my mother and Edgar Allan Poe

Jan 19 was Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday. Jan 20 my mother would have been 94 if she were alive. My father, more than a hundred. The dead are gathering about, holding up pocket watches, tapping wrist watches, looking at me impatiently. I shake my head. I point to the calendar. “Make an appointment. I’m booked up for a long time.” They shrug, and sit down to wait.

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