Status Updates From Clavícula

I promise to write everything that needs to be written about my parents while they can still read it… Maybe writing about them like this now is an effort at cryogenic freezing… a way to mitigate anticipated grief. I want to dominate pain as if it were a wild animal. Foreshadowing the yellowing teeth… I’m unsettled by all this sweetness and peace. I can’t enjoy it. Because it always ends.