Misery is for Misers [prose poem]

A worked-to-death body found floating in a river. A body discarded in water. The culprits had heard something about washing away sins. Ablutions taken in the Ganges she had talked about. A film I saw when I was a boy remains forgotten except for occasional slivers of pictures, still. What can I say that would … Continue reading Misery is for Misers [prose poem]