Cold pink cloud drifts above, eyelet-laced at the edges, flattens, an amoeba spewing pink. Slouched in a plastic chair slicked with ice, I sit
Again and again you begin each night as if this faucet climbs only in the dark will widen its slow turn to reach the
His earliest memory begins with the hush of his mother’s hands holding him close before bedtime, ends with a song she hummed him to