With Love and Love and Rage and Love,
A child got injured and a child got sick. Children in caesurae. There was waiting and then there was moving. I sat in a hospital room and seethed, sat on a white bed while you slept in a plastic bin or you slept on concrete. I read murder mysteries because I couldn’t bring myself to fling real stories into the future. You hadn’t been sleeping on concrete but you had pneumonia, or you didn’t. On the facemask box I expected air but instead the first suggestion was infant care. I was afraid for breath. I was afraid to bring my face to your face.