Red Velvet

by Pasadena Adjacent


I spent the summer solstice watching the ice age descend into a slurry of tar. If you look carefully  you might detect the slight movement of this dieing mastodon. Like the baby, I wanted to howl. Instead I cried.

What do you say to someone whose husband hangs himself while she’s out getting a quart of milk with the twins?  I brought cupcakes; red velvet.

After the funeral I’m going to help her paint her wall green. She moved into a different apartment. This unit has a wall with a big picture window. It looks out onto the courtyard.

Update: the funeral’s over