He didn’t tell me what happened because he himself didn’t know
And in the after he had to keep going as much and as far as he could; so, paying attention—
as much work as that takes—meant not looking back, even at the moment before
What’s happening is always complicated
I am sitting in my chair, behind him, nervous, uncertain; imagining, trying to notice
what happens
There is much one can do to live the life of another
There is just so much an other can do
