Hearing about the death of a
one hundred & seventy five year old
turtle is sad.
But hearing about a
one hundred & seventy-five year old turtle
who didn’t start living
until it learned it was dying,
is even sadder
Hearing about the death of a
one hundred & seventy five year old
turtle is sad.
But hearing about a
one hundred & seventy-five year old turtle
who didn’t start living
until it learned it was dying,
is even sadder
prisoner’s lament
photograph by Mary Cellini
I always land on a cat