LIKE LIGHTNING

Saturday,

April and James volunteering at the GMHC.

Mom at the studio.

It’s just me and Dad.

His energy’s high,

laughs like lightning,

almost like a hyper child,

just me taking care of him.

Hand him his daily herbs and pineapple juice,

he makes a face but gulps them down.

I ask him if he’s up

for a drive.