I want it known I had a plan. And this -- this was not the plan. The plan was small and simple and concrete: a good life, a righteous life, a quiet life. Now the plan is seven pounds of impossible weight and screaming.
Family Plans: a poem for the longest night
Family Plans: a poem for the longest night
Family Plans: a poem for the longest night
I want it known I had a plan. And this -- this was not the plan. The plan was small and simple and concrete: a good life, a righteous life, a quiet life. Now the plan is seven pounds of impossible weight and screaming.