by Robert Vaughan

The night my mother dies

we'd watched Solaris

at the Quad Cinemas

Afterward Hauser and I

videotape each other, ask 

probing questions like where

do you go when you

die, and what is God,

and who are you now?


The night my mother dies

I'm back in that apartment

again, after seeing Solaris

8C in the Courtney House

my former abode with an

absent ghost lover and Jasper, 

a chocolate spaniel


The night my mother dies

all three sisters know, but

like Solaris, I didn't get

the call until the next

morning in a SoHo Starbucks 

on Prince after we'd just

seen the gaping hole downtown