there’s no emergency protocol for today no obstacle course of floodwaters to navigate through most boats are on sidewalks now I go on being alive knowing only what I can know it’s not late August I'm waiting to pick up Mina at school a stream of cars with their headlights on is leaving a funeral home in the dark space behind my eyes it's Convention Center Blvd there’s a mother holding a newborn saying he barely wakes up anymore
