a million moths.

there was jose, who cracked my head open after toppling the red wagon i was riding in when i was 5 years old. next came alby, who shaved her eyebrows off and ran away from home only to be found wandering alone five miles later near an uncle’s house — all before first grade. then there was davey, who must have been six when he placed a pillow over watermelon’s pet bird and proceeded to sit on it until his feathery victim stopped chirping. with close to 50 cousins in the family, we thought we’d seen it all. then christian was born.