air.

like the air we breathe.

you dare me to catch you. 

remember when we walked to bass lake and got caught in the rain?

how his gto sounded, and the way the back yard smelled sometimes?

while she waits in the rain she cries.

the telephone rings I know it's bad news.

remember, bring your toys in from the yard.

and never bring them out there again. 

the air smells like something I don't know.

the sky outside is green.

there is not one sound coming from upstairs or any memories.

in the basement: a knife, cardboard boxes and some masking tape.

sven.