“What will happen to your writing – all over the place – scraps of paper – papers of paper –
pages of paper – when you die?” she asks.
She holds a page with some words about yard-sale shirts on a fence.
“I don’t know,” I say. trying to remember when I wrote about yard-sale shirts on a fence.
“A shame. Think about it. When you’re dead, it will be too late, left all to me.”
I turn into my pillow; sleep comes heavy and fast.
Long and short sleeve shirts declare their colors in my first dream.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early November 2013
Author: Gene Novogrodsky
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!