I don’t know what you’re thinking, but we were born in 2000, just after our big winter. We know it was winter, then spring, because of the sun that was on our baby face. Our father took us in the yard and under the flowering tree. The sun was as gold as the tree was in its flowering braid.
I don’t know what you’re thinking, too, because we were born on the back stairs of Indiana. The Back Stairs, that’s what it was called, our tiny spot, on the slope of our wet-knit river.
We? I have this card in our collection. We’ve never seen a street so straight, white dash so ruled. We’ve nothing like that, spines nor smiles.
I’m sorry, our loves, we can’t be sure. There’s little more, our dears, we’d love.
Joseph Young lives in Baltimore. His books of very short fiction, Easter Rabbit and 5 drawings of the marlyland sky, were released in 2009 and 2012, respectively, by Publishing Genius and Ink Press. His art has appeared in galleries and other venues in Maryland and elsewhere. Check out his blog at verysmalldogs.blogspot.com and his Tumblr at josephayoung.tumblr.com.
