<borson's "after a death"> 2003-10-25.1:29 p.m. After a Death Roo Borson Seeing that there's no other way, I turn his absence into a chair. I can sit in it, gaze out through the window. I can do what I do best and then go out into the world. And I can return then with my useless love, to rest, because the chair is there. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad