The son of a man has no place to lay his head

I took her plate and dumped the piece of fish alongside the steak. A portion of bird meat would have completed the circle. It wasn't exactly a happy meal but I cleaned my plate. If you live on the railroad tracks the train's going to hit you, Grandpa used to say.


Jim Harrison, "Brown Dog", The Woman Lit by Fireflies, Washington Square Press, 1990.