Sisyphus Decides
Sisyphus decides—why not—to let go of the stone he’s been rollingup a hill for what seems like forever. He falls back, onto the long grass, noticingthe deep groove his stone…
Sisyphus decides—why not—to let go of the stone he’s been rollingup a hill for what seems like forever. He falls back, onto the long grass, noticingthe deep groove his stone…
Your mother was as nubile as a dressmaker's dummy;your father polished his glasses and rubbed his crop.When the Babysitter arrived, with her turquoise beltand raw mouth, your father had never…