sick, my son says he has an eye behind his eye.  says he can see it.  at night we huddle in separate corners of his mother’s bedroom and take turns pretending to be on watch.  mornings we cup the mouth of our dog and shake the rocks into our palms.  when my son’s health returns I will need some help throwing the rocks, but for now I can manage.  the city has gotten closer but it’s a secret I’m okay with.  

     scary how almost nothing can happen.  when I was a kid I had a neighbor boy to poke holes in and a brother to give him to.