in bed, with the covers up to
his head. It was a drowning
accident. His parents were distracted,
now they are impacted. She screams

sitting in her wheelchair pulling
out chunks of her hair. She'll not
walk again. And she'll not remember
when she did. There's another

kid in the next room wearing
a breathing tube. He grunts just
like a pig. His father doesn’t give
a fig. He never visits him. His mother,

frail and thin. My son looks the same. But
he doesn’t remember his name. He lost
a big part of his brain. This is how it
is. None of them asked for it.