roses
June 23rd, 2009 ethereali walked past the burned house just now. four cats waited for dinner that will not arrive on time. the house is empty, in many ways. charcoal and smoke have taken the place of red paint and trinkets. there were roses in the fence the city put around her house to keep everyone out and maybe, to keep what is left inside. i assume the flowers were for the woman who died there. twenty-four hours ago she was inside, now she is gone. will i see her ghost in the alley?
