Red paint is drying on the sign in my closet, and the rusty bus sits with engines cooling somewhere out back where my uncle used to whistle as he tinkered with engines. Now my sweaty body breathes hard; now my eyes are smaller, paler, older; now there is a layer of gold below my skin. [...]
Posts Tagged ‘birth’
12 days of spring
Posted in Freewrites, tagged birth, father, Freewrites, nature on 2 | April | 2009 | Leave a Comment »
