HUMOR

A Goodbye To Remember

When friends say goodbye mouth-to-mouth

illustration by author

I was 25. She was 47.

I was shaped like a man. A man receptacle keeping his shape by the mass of childishness he used for stuffing. She was tolerant.

We met in Maine at a writing program. Freeport, Maine, so close to the ocean, you could smell it always and fall in love with…