KindOf NaPoWriMo #5

April 13, 2008

In my dreams he’s still an infant. I’m cradling him in my arm. His eyes are open, but he fits on my forearm. My palm cradles his head, my fingers easily spanning ear-to-ear. He sees me. I put my hand over his mouth and nose and he doesn’t blink. I can feel his heart pounding, and mine. His heartbeat, faster and faster, resonates in me, an alarm clock sounding in a dusty, unused room. I’m cradling his head so he won’t hurt his neck. He’s a hummingbird; I’m a slowly closing fist.

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