Yoga

The Revisionist Dream

The Revisionist Dream
<br/>Well, she didn't kill herself that afternoon It was a mild day in October, we sat outside over sandwiches. She said she had begun <br/> to practice yoga, take piano lessons, rewrite her drama rife with lust and pride and so she didn't kill herself that afternoon, <br/> hugged me, went home, cranked the garage doors open, scuffed through the garish leaves, orange and red, that brought on grief. She said she had begun <br/> to translate Akhmatova, her handsome Russian piano teacher rendering the word-for-word so she didn't kill herself that afternoon.