Series: 7 Card: 27 Artist: diewiththemostlikes I could only look at him on days his eyes didn’t open and the pools that we swam in were drained with the aluminum tins holding his excess and the things he used to make dissolved with the rice in yesterdays tapioca or ran down his lips and into a flowered gown that sunk further under the modest weight of saliva unworthy of swallow he’d tell me the glow of the remote reminded him of mom and i’d tell him I know even though the batteries had died a few years back he said someday i’d understand the things he’d buried in the fluorescent lighting but all I could think about was how different his face looked and how tired his hands seemed from all the digging