The Wormlips Scrapbook

Over the past couple months it seems I’ve taken up sleepwalking and sleeptalking. Sometimes I think Yo-Nenny’s gaslighting me with her reports of my nocturnal conversations, yet they ring true. Several nights ago at about midnight, I was sound asleep with Emmy cradled in the crook of my arm. As her mother reached to remove [...]

Tinna was my imaginary friend, captured on audio tape by my father in the 1950s. “Ginna’s a good girl. Tinna’s a bad girl.” On the bus coming home from work this week, the sun knifed into the south-facing windows. A teenaged boy with a severe visual impairment sat in the row in front of me [...]

Sitting in bed this morning, I had a video chat with a friend who was sitting in bed in another city. “That’s a nice nightgown,” I commented. “Oh, thanks! It’s the one my mother died in,” she replied cheerfully.