everything is off.
One mistake after another,
thoughtless,
unpredictable.
Morty listless in a hospital bed,
a husband's eyes ringed with loss,
children in the backseat
wondering why I woke them
in the middle of the night.
He's still on his back
white sheet
closed eyes
until
they open wide,
curious and strange.
His false teeth
bite his bottom lip and
the children wave wildly.
He shuts his eyes again
and we wait.
And driving back
over the dark hills
a strange peace settles
around us,
something holy
like understanding.
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