03.27.02 - 1:08 am
it's been about a week. maybe two. the kickoff was rape. or remembering it years later, the nightmare deferred.
i call and youre not at home and i wonder if they even know who i am. if they even know who to notify when something awful happens. do they know to call and tell me to stay home from airport two weeks from now.
and brother is a drop out. grandpa's lost his mind.
meanwhile, we've forgotten how to blink. stare into the sun.
hope.
because blindness makes it stop.
