Z Press your palm into the skin of your chest. The sun is so bright, or maybe we only notice during tragedies. You imagine your hand keeping the wind from blowing through you, your fingers covering a clean, raw hole. You are shocked by the brightness of the day. There is a walk behind an […]

Thoughts on a Palliative Visit The little blue beartraps the heatof your bare skinon its fursitting at your sidecradled in your armby accidenta small gestureof comfort the machines clickand gasp andyour eyes are stilllike hisyour chest is stillrising and fallingshifting little bearI forget you do notexpand on your ownI forget whatis keeping you alive I […]