today i tuck you into my hip, the curve of bodies and the way they fit together. today, i hold your back up with the cup of my hand, as if you couldn't on your own and maybe you can't. this is what it might have been like, i think. the rising bubble of your breathing makes a space in the room and i can hear it as i press my face against the door, then slowly back away, creakless, down the stairs. are all lives this precious or just ones smaller than ours? jump up, pull them down! lemons!