Grandfather's left side is weaker than yesterday. If you'd have called you'd have felt my father's silence. But you never stopped to notice that the quiet things blindside and sting. This simple town has renewed all its confidence. The needle and drink have replaced insecurity. Now our friends all are working at dying and grandfather just wants to stand up. They cut out my rotting, but left the disease. Medicine mocks curing. Syringe to reprieve. And now Grandfather will go no further, and neither will any of us. And Grandmother is broken.... My Father has broken.... Our bodies abandoning Grandfather's left side.