A baby, a ladder, a criminal
The baby has a slit neck, blood oozing, gruesome.
A set of ladders, in place of escalators, in the center of a glittering shopping mall. I avoid the climb down.
The criminal invades our home. He sits with my daughter as she draws, chatting with her, influencing her.
It’s risky. No matter how difficult it is for me, it’s time.