drove to chickahominy shores. i drank one miller lite alone with don miguel. we walked past the living museum, through fields of rvs, along late-night train tracks. dale ann bradley smiled at me, sister sadie sat outside while we ate rockahock mussels. pasta, sardines, hot tub before bed.
still have a person for a father. one meals on wheels delivery included a solitary lemon.
propose a revision: extinct in the wild.