When my dad was a boy, my grandfather worked summers as a trucker, hauling produce across California. Sometimes, he would take my dad on day trips. On one of these trips through the extremely rural heartland, they came across a terrible accident. My grandfather stopped his rig to offer assistance.
I don’t know when I noticed life was life at my expense The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave But there was a