Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts

by Kate Racculia

But it was a life without mystery. It was a life without an organizing hunger,

Now, at twenty-six, he drank gin and tonics with his mother and watched The Price Is Right every morning at eleven, and the days passed, and he didn’t do anything with them, and part of him didn’t care, and the part that did care, the hungry part, the starving part, existed in a suspended state of numb paralysis.

But he didn’t have to be all one thing or all another. He didn’t have to live only one life at a time.