Letting Go

Fill your lungs with refrigerated air before you push open the truck door. The parking lot’s swelter grips your…

David shaves his fatherEvery weekA pilgrimage, a conversationBecause the nurses are not good enough For a job only a son…

Rain comes in stages: a downpour for twenty seconds,a syncopated melody,a sprinkling. Windows blur when drops blow slant with the wind. Flowers…

It makes me stretch and change shapes.My arms can be the swings he can sit on and play for hours. I can…

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