I Traveled Across the Country to See My Son but He Told Me to Wait Outside Like a Stranger

by single good evenings.”

“I know.” He looked at me then, finally. “Will you let me try?”

I looked at my son across the kitchen table, this person I had loved since before he could talk, whose grass-stained knees and crumpled permission slips and backward glance from the walk lived in a box in my closet, and I thought about all the distance and all the continue reading …