My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

his arm and his cap crushed in one hand. My mother last, because she had to make sure she was the final image in the room.

At the door, she turned.

“You’ll regret this when you need me.”

I was holding Oliver by then. Jason had tucked him into the crook of my arm, pillows stacked around me like a cheap fort.

I looked down at my son.

His mouth was open. Milk-drunk.continue reading …