Phase One:

I got home early, today, to find you, blotchy-cheeked and hot-faced, 
cradling your head in your hands.
Though I've dwarfed you since my twelfth year, 
your piercing, blue eyes--whether mischevious, or livid, or all luminescent with baby-faced wonder,
have a way of reminding me that I am still your little boy.
Tonight, though, bloodshot and ( Read more... )