Micro Memoir 95

This is my story. I'm old. I was always old. As a boy I fell asleep in a boat and woke up on the shores of death. You think I’m joking but my brother, my twin, left the world early. He stepped from our dory, vanished in tall reeds. I fell asleep again. Woke in the busy city of childhood.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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