leave me here in this puddle, this brain damage, this twisted syringe. there is no hope here, there is no kindness. i am twisted sheet metal and serrated edge, i am maggots feasting on a corpse, i am dead and lurking. my daughter is all life and desire and a frequency of that shatters me. my son is all need and happiness and incessant joy that ruptures a room. my wife is patience, kindness and grace that lynchpins the whole thing together. and i am the tear. i am the disruption. i am its entropy.