In the Cemetery Where Al Jolson is Buried
(Fiction) “Tell me things I won’t mind forgetting,” she said. “Make it useless stuff or skip it.” I began. I told her insects fly through rain, missing every drop, never getting wet. I told her no one in America owned a tape recorder before Bing Crosby did. I told her the shape of the moon is like a banana—you see it looking full, you’re seeing it end-on.
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Published: Jan 1, 1983
Length: 11 minutes (2,924 words)