The top of my husband’s dresser.
His clock radio. His box of important paper and the cat brush. The head made of stone.
There is a cough candy stuck in his mouth right now. Often we stick other things in his eyes, nose or mouth – pennies, rings, subway tokens, a tiny tube of cold sore medication.
During the night, if I am awake, I look over at my husband’s dresser a lot. What time is it now?
The stone head looks back at me always in perpetual shock.Print