He sleeps all over the bed.
Has music in his head, all the time.
Sad, lonely day.
Trent didn’t even
want to get out of
bed to see you
“Dad’s going to Austin.
He won’t let me go.”
We miss you
when you’re gone.
I Can’t Sleep Again
My Husband is in Austin Blues
10 Pounds of Bat Guano in a 5 Pound Bag
A twisted knot of kimchee, jalapeno sauerkraut.
A playground for hyperactive butterflies.
A black hole of isolation and despair.
A pincushion for railroad spikes.
A bowl of mushy over-ripe banana pudding.
A blackened Cajun red snapper.
“MOM! I’m tired of going around in circles!”
“Shut up, or I’ll nail your other shoe to the floor.”
A dank, moldering cellar.
The bottom of a compost heap, crawling with worms and insects.
A package of crackers the kids used for a hockey puck.