My Girls: A Memoir
August Kleinzahler: Parents, lovers and a poetic punch-up, 19 August 2004
“... does – a little invisible bird fluttering off – when you die. I had the cab let me off at the foot of the block. I wanted to slow things down a bit, take in the neighbourhood. It had been a few years. There were some new, outsize homes built over two lots and extending out to the sidewalk: Graeco-Roman fortresses, my father called them. But it was the ... ”