we sat in the camper listening to the summer morning between sips of coffee.  mike asked if i knew what bird that was calling, and i couldn't say because the windows and door was closed making it impossible for me to hear, and i wore the shame of it all day.

last night i was reading bellyflopped on the bed and he flipped his magazine down and turned his face to the midnight window, and asked 'you hear that?' we hear all kinds of things late at night; gunshots, neighbors fighting,…