My Son Told Me Not to Come for Christmas but Two Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

it cooled. The neon sign in the window buzzed against the dark. The anger did not come right away. What came first was the hollow ache of a man who has been loving something that turned out to be a different shape than he thought, not absence exactly, but the particular disorientation of discovering that the room you thought you were in has different continue reading …