we had heard about it on the
television once and knew
it would amuse him -- yes -- that
we would one morning find him -- too --
lying on his back, his bed
covered with a worn quilt
loose enough to hide -- well --
not enough. it did not matter.
we held his hand, moved it.
we began to realize
therefore, why we were frightened;
why we began to fall back.
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