him up, hug him
close, and see he’s
okay, except for
biting through his
bottom lip. He stops
crying, looks up at
me with big dark
eyes, as if to say,
You let me fall. How
could you let me fall?
That’s not what a
mother should do.
And it hits me. Maybe
Mom was right, after all.
Trey Is Gone
A very long time.
Daylight
fades to darkness, and still
no word. I call his cell. Nothing.
I put Hunter to bed, worry
prickling my senses. I could
get high. Instead, I let myself
doze on the love seat. By the time
the creak of the door wakes me,
my neck is stiff from tilting so
long at an odd angle. That is not
conducive to a quiet discussion.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
Spent all day job hunting.
I figured I deserved a couple