Imagine Me Gone

by Adam Haslett

spend all our vacations. Upstairs,

looking

had

costs

They

one

then

good

inhabited

Who

booked

and couldn’t chat. I’d go every evening to the pub,

exams.

dream

lay

yobs’

calendrics

retreat

One

impossible

melancholy. She read poetry but ignored her other

came

slavery,

Japanese-Americans

seem

even

hegemony

salvific

guilelessness,

wide-wales.

that

at

7,” a cavern of distorted bass filled with an assaultive

the

anxiety

set to work. It’s hard going, and I have to lean my

back

is

the bill. I’m still trying to give her cash as we walk

Leaves

staircase

suffice.

was all there was. We drove down through the Presidio to the marina,

do

them

a

even

part of my idea for coming here, to disenthrall

having

reparations getting paid are from Mom to you. Like you