The world keeps spinning
   against my will. I stop time
   in my secret world and live
   barefoot in summer's grass.
   I build dams in the creek
   and play with crawdads and
   steal change for candy and
   army men from Rathman's.
   Mom dresses us for Easter
   in little suits and fedoras
   crooners in her fantasy.
   We lived her lives when
   we had to. Boy trapped.
   I smell summer's grass.

   I dream in hospice care
   and smile big morphine
   grins as my body shuts
   down against my will.