There is yellow in the water. I see it when I stretch my glass towards the overhead light. The fluorescent bulb catches the pale urine glow, particles glittering in capture.

My mother died alone even though she didn’t have to. She was spiteful that way.

The last day is a Tuesday, which makes sense because your mom says that according to scripture, the first day was a Tuesday, so there’s a sort of satisfying symmetry to it...

At my mother’s high school graduation, one of the wealthier families donated money to be spent on ceremonial doves. You know how rich people spend their money, my mother said.