numb, stoic, empty that’s how i feel. lost, confused trying to make sense of overwhelming every day chaos times two. foolish, i believed caring for my mom would prepare me for right now. impossibly not. back then dad and i had to learn to be close, friends. i didn’t count on that dynamic changing soContinue reading “repercussions”
I rarely leave by 6 sharp. A whole other world In motion outside. The witching hour for dog walkers, dear canine friends. Strutting, sniffing bark. A man with webbed feet: shoes for the street and surf stands By the closing doors.