Monday, December 21, 2015

an airbnb in venice

As my dad was in his bedroom slowly saying goodbye to life and his skin and his habits and his dear friends and his nervous family and his not yet ready to go attitude and his still alive with no actual date or approximation of time as to when he was going to leave his body I was laying in bed with a lovely naked young woman thinking about how I was at one of the heights of living and celebrating life's pleasures no matter how sad it was is or was going to get and there he was alone in his bed in the middle of the night and I wouldn't have even called her a young woman in my mind had I not thought of him