oh, all that i know, there's nothing here to run from. and there, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.

every evening at eight-thirty, my sister's alarm clock goes off. "good morning hillary. it's time to get up and take your medication," my dad's voice cheers from the four inch plastic cube. the first time i heard it i almost hit the ceiling. cartoon cat style. clinging to the tiles by his bare little claws.