May 2017
I've wiped the coffee table
Down with windex
At least three times.
But here I sit.
Watching them wander
Trying to remember
To breathe.
And waiting for details
Of my brother's suicide.
Down with windex
At least three times.
But here I sit.
Watching them wander
Trying to remember
To breathe.
And waiting for details
Of my brother's suicide.
Truth is always stranger than fiction. And stranger describes my brother well.
