RIP

Today is the anniversary of Erik's father's death. I woke up and I could hear his brother's cries down the hall. Poor little Harrison boys.

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try