Photo Story: Warm and Alive
A careful undertaker from Sheepshead Bay. We met via personal ad, his exactly three lines long. A tidy accounting of loneliness. You could picture the pants folded over the hanger at the end of day. If not an undertaker then surely something equally fastidious. Never rowdy. Never rude.
I was craving a dull, measured antidote to the dumb kind of boy who was too good at pleading. We met for knishes, made polite conversation—without me asking about the dead (which I very much wanted to do). I tripped on the boardwalk and his hand caught mine. Warm and alive.
Photographer: Irene Miranda
Lovely story!