Retrouvailles: Dead Brother Super Hero, by Michael Dickman
You don’t have to
be afraid
anymore
His super-outfit is made from handfuls of shit and garbage blood and pinned together
by stars
Flying around
the room
like a mosq-
uito
Drinking all the blood
or whatever we
have
to save us
who
need to be saved
*
I whispered To the rescue
and sat
on the…
i just
When 10-year-old Florence Irene Ford was buried after dying of yellow fever in 1871, her distraught mother Ellen had steps built down to the head of the casket and a glass window installed so that she could comfort her child during her short life. On many nights, Ellen would ride up to the cemetery in Natchez, Mississippi, and go underground to sit with her dead daughter and read or sing to her.








