I finished The Wind in the Willows.
Now I’m reading The Yearling.
It’s the middle of Chapter 12.
I stop.
There’s all this stuff about the kid
and his father
hanging out together.
I keep coming to lines like
“Move close, son, I’ll warm you.”
I start to cry.
Again.
I guess I’m not
as finished with sad
as I thought.
I wish I was still
just mad.