It’s raining, it’s pouring

and the world seems to be unwinding – my coral ring from Mignon Faget not in my jewelry box, my brown Cambio staple for client visits pants missing from the closet, the a/c suddenly not working as we leave for California, no sleep with the neighbor’s light beaming in my eye like a rushing train headed straight for me, I awake to a thunderstorm and downpour – Louisiana, coming to wash us clean.

in my dreams I hear the doctor saying this is what happens, sorry – broken fragments of conversations – what can we do?- it’s so sad – how can we get her out of that place to just come home and die in her own bed – toss and turn, toss and turn.

in the end it all leads to the same place.