Discussing Death

Death. I start talking about it little so that when it comes around in a bigger way it is a familiar topic. Keenie: bug! Its not moving! Me: its dead. Keenie: oh. Dead. lady bug move? Me: No, its dead.…

Sleep Crutch

Restless. She cries and sits up, reaching over for me. Alex rolls her over his body into my arms. She melts onto my chest, her head in the dip of my collarbone, her little face turned towards mine. The heat…