or a bad reaction to Mom’s sloppy Joes.
But it wasn’t.
Clear Blue Easy
I Went Through
the next few days
pretty much like
a zombie.
People wanted crank.
I sold it to them.
Teachers wanted homework.
I gave it to them.
Jake wanted to razz me.
I let him.
Mom wanted to know what was wrong.
I had nothing to say.
The monster called to me too.
For once,
I refused to answer.
Friday night, I crawled into bed,
sank way, way low.
Submerged myself
in a world of watery dreams:
Tears. An ocean of tears.
And a baby, a boy,
afloat in that salty sea.
He cried out to me.
Could I swim away solo?
Would I drown saving him?
Saturday
I spent the day: