December 2011
4 posts
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: How to watch your brother die →
fuckyeahpoetry:
When the call comes, be calm. Say to your wife, “My brother is dying. I have to fly to California.” try not to be shocked that he already looks like a cadaver. Say to the young man sitting by your brother’s side, “I’m his brother.” Try not to be shocked when the young man says, “I’m…