“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky
FIELD NOTES #30
Dipping in and out of present-time
I slip between the cracks of
my father's floorboards
and settle at the bottom
of a jet black lagoon,
water lapping at my haggard face
the way our pup would
wake us up, back when
things were simple and
blessings came in threes.
Lions, tigers, and bears
boarding two by two:
she can see it in your eyes,
the sun is setting soon.