the thirst in Walter. Who knows
how he might try to quench it?
I swear I will never let him, or
anyone, take a long swallow of me
unless it is my choice. And I only
choose to be water for Kyle.
HOW LONG WILL IT BE
Before living here
becomes unbearable?
How long before the
Bear pays a call on me?
How long before I have
to find a way to flee?
Sometime before dawn
my eyes finally close.
And though I’m not quite
asleep, I feel myself drift.
Float toward that hole
behind the bridge of my nose.
If I can just fall in,
I think I might find Kyle.
If I can just reach in,
I know I’ll touch his face.
If I can just take his hand,
will we leave together?
FOR THREE DAYS
I try to settle in, try to feel
like part of this not-family,
to ignore my gut feeling.
Three days of