Two years ago I cried more than anyone on earth. Someone had to check and it took them a long time but it was true. So many walnuts fell from the tree while they were doing it but the sugar on the table stayed where it was, refused to dislodge.
So the aunts naturally assumed it was them, tired of driving all the way from Nebraska they marched in without even a hello. Each took a grain of sugar and shoved it in the mailbox. It won’t fit in the car they said. In fact neither did they so they took the bus, which stopped at my house once and only one time. I really didn’t like them but I missed them when they were gone, like an elephant misses the feeling of walking on a trampoline when it’s the size of a goose before it turns into Canada. Lost youth is like that. Anyway, that’s the story of how I cried but I don’t have anything to show for it, not even the tears.