In Salem, Massachusetts, there is a courtyard dedicated to the women burned as witches. The grass never grows there. It is encircled by a low wall and lined by two dozen black marble benches, for these bodiless women to sit on, smooth their dresses, reflect, mourn. It looks like here. This shadowed grey courtyard tucked between two buildings in New York.
Tag: halloween
October 16, ’17
I skip the bus and walk an hour uptown
to clear my head of the cobwebs I hung there.
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