he said. He’s twenty-four,
but has the mind of a two-
year old. So, I jump around on
the floor, making monkey noises

and swinging my arms high
over my head like I’m climbing
trees, like I’m flying high in the
breeze. As I perform this monkey

dance he laughs his pants off
and smiles at me. Tells me to do it
again. His pleasures are as simple as
me making a monkey of myself. He

doesn’t worry about bills to pay
or anything else. Sometimes I wonder
who has it better. What has been taken from
him has also given him freedom.