There was an old couple who had built a boy of wood. They taught him to walk and he fell and when they picked him up he laughed and danced. The father, for the first time, had done something to be thrilled of. He carried his boy on his shoulders.
The first time I saw my father naked, he shut the door. When I saw him again he was sleepwalking. Asleep, he pulled everything from our fridge and threw it on the floor. I stepped on an egg. He turned. Look at me, he said. He looked cut from stone.
It was Monday we got the whale. It breathed and blinked. We pushed it. But even two hundred of us couldn’t budge a whale. We did what we could. We held our poles up by its mouth and took heroic photos. Took one of myself and sent it to my