I tried to answer your question the best I could, but again you asked it.
“So, what are we going to do about this?”
I met your grandparents.
Him, breathless, handcuffed to the oxygen tank in tow.
Did you know, when I called 911, I was put on hold.
“But I’ve never had this happen before.”
I’m trapped in the room—twenty-minute visit turning to sixty.
Driving in the dark to a South Jordan funeral home.