In the dark we watchOur Situation by Patrick Phillips
our son's chest
swell and fall,
a balsa-wood airplane
still clutched in his fist
as he sleeps.
How reckless it seems.
How naive:
to love a thing
so fragile and so weak.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
It was not easy to live, being young, being so completely alone
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