the spine in my back like the spine of a book,
bent and broken by years of use
by readers with unsoft hands.
cracked and peeling skin covering threads of sinew,
I am held together by little more than stubbornness.
Danny laughed, pure and bell-clear and loud, so loud. Sometimes Danny laughs in his sleep, though Noah's never told him that. It keeps Noah awake, eyes wide against the dark, wondering just what it is he's laughing about.