'Rest' by Quay Quinn Wolf at Prairie, Chicago

Go ahead

I was trying to imagine 
what this world
will be like
without 
Dad in it. 

And now I know, how it feels 
for my cells
and eyelids
arteries 
and the space inside my eyes, 

and the valley inside my chest. 
The echo between mountains, 
trouble here
sorrow there 
everything we have to share. 

I still don’t know how to deal 
but breath in breath out
cold air. 

— David Lindsay