Because I Can’t Sing
On the day Whitney Houston died, you texted with teary-eyed poor grammar, the first thing you did when you found out was to go to bought her greatest hits. Ears deaf to most sounds: the vibrations and pitches she could hit, belt— you could hear. And I think that’s why I can remember you naming The Bodyguard your favorite movie. When you were laid up in your final days, dad […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 