Kin

Most are related to shipwrecked ghosts, accomplices of my blood that can still be found in geographically scattered albums. When there were cities to occupy, they lived one level below expectations. Like defective fireworks, some went off early. A more dedicated few grew old and medicated. Historically speaking, they forged restraints, handcuffing themselves to other hard heads. They built defunct railroads for the Indians they dug ditches for the sun. They were navigators of small schemes. Their brief settlements and abrupt departures left fuzzy lines on rodent paws. As a family, we are distant and unknown, but we do speak to our dead if they come to call, after a respectable period of life-long disinterest.