awful things

14 Dec

I don’t know what to say except that it was tragic and terrible and I was warm in bed dreaming about a house on Kaneohe Bay Drive, about red sunsets there, and a crowd of people I barely knew coming over to bring us food and combination locks for good luck, good luck for what, about hiding in a storm drain, collecting cans and tickets for money, for entry somewhere, stupid things, things that don’t make any sense, when real things were happening, awful things that don’t go away when someone you love nudges you awake.


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