Ben seemed ok but the EMT insisted on calling a second ambulance just to make sure. You don’t take chances with head trauma, he obliged, especially with an infant.
The Edge of Sleep. I watch the dust settle in on the morning light. Epidermis and cosmos dance a helix - silent messengers from the bracket worlds, paratroopers in a clandestine
Abyss. What words are these like paper in my teeth? When we open our windows in the morning they will not sound, and yet we throw them each night into our emptiness, lowering ourselves
A song a day for you, I hustle out of thin air spirituals or old blues mostly of fatherhood and desperation, your limbs relaxed on my chest like wet leaves- for me the years ahead are a weight