Monday November 2, 2015
from the post for an English tutor
When I get there, you’re sprawled on the floor. It reminds me of the time a bird flew into the window and we saw it. I cried while you scooped the bird up in your towel, still wet from your shower. It died in your hands.
“Bob? BOB?!” I try to wake you, even though I know you aren’t asleep. I curse postponing my full driver’s license. I curse type one diabetes. I curse my long hours at work. I’ve never said so many silent curses.