grandmas blue pick-up truck her missing tooth and her maple syrup scented aprons with me in the back listening to LeeAnn Rhymes and snapping my 25 cent bubble gum to the rhythm of the radio, I remember tying my shoelaces backwards, thinking it was funny to trip over my own feet, watching my grandmother's hands fall apart as she chased me through the Cherry fields in Door County, Wisconsin.Β Β When I came home to a flickering tv there was always an oppressive silence from the kitchen floor like I had just missed the third world war with my mother's wedding ring on the kitchen table, my father's work uniform neatly put away, my crayons on the bathroom floor like abused bullet shells, I tried to document the information but it had already been lived three months before, I had only missed the final showdown when two atom bombs refused to explode.