September 11th, 2021:

Twentieth Anniversary of the Attack on New York City

Peter Graves Roberts

I was on her front porch swing, Mariah inside, preparing for work. Her roommate and I smoking American Spirit cigarettes as she drank coffee. The mood was perfect. The air breathed itself into our bodies. We were cradled by reminders of every one of life’s perfect days but didn’t yet know. Summer was waning in Appalachia, and as Frost’s…