The crib was one of those kit builds. Just twelve pieces total and all the hardware was included. Even so, John struggled with it.
I was watching The Haunting of Bly yesterday and reminiscing about how much I loved The Haunting of Hill House when I remembered something. I wrote a silly rap song about the series last year. This seems about as a good an opportunity as I’ll ever get to share it. I hope you enjoy!
I see it if I close my eyes.
Some three years past and by,
A man I barely recognize
Left a small flame here to die.
He chewed a bit harder on his pencil, suddenly lost in the heat of his most recent memories of her. The smell of sweat, those terrible motel sheets, her soft dark skin.
After they finished killing God, they turned to the planet and then finally upon themselves. Turning from all that they were, they receded into a new violent ignorance. They no longer outshone the heavens. The fire faded. They froze to death.
It glides and feels, hunting for the blind.
A poem about how big, and how small, love can make us feel.