son.
with covid, and work,
his artistic
ambitions on hold as the world
spins to a stop.
out on the left coast
making a go of it.
i worry
that he's sad, that he's
exhausted and
about to give up.
down on his luck,
nearly out of money.
i call, and call, but no
answer.
i worry.
why won't he pick up.
and then i get a text.
hey dad. what up.
i'm in mexico for a week
or so.
having a blast.
call you when i get home.
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