you helplessly watch your child drown from afar.
you make love on an air mattress.
you put in an honest day’s work.
you debate led zep vs. the stones.
you buy a ticket to jacksonville.
you watch as your father cleans up the bloody nose he gave you.
you feel the overwhelming guilt of your child’s death. so does she.
you are reminded of her eyes.
you cheat on her.
you know she cheats on you.
you pour yourself a bowl of cereal.
you go to your parents house for dinner.
you do a rail just to get by.
you call your sister in phoenix.
you let him take you to the river.
you are empty.
you are dead.
you are nothing.
