Sonnets From Other Lives: Timmy

He found the perfect hiding place.
It wrapped itself around him like a womb.
Summer & a good part of the day
will be spent inside his little tomb-
like hole where no one thought to look
(beneath a place where no one ever went)
A quart of Kool Aid & a comic book
& so another summer day is spent.
Mother is indifferent to him when
he is out of sight & out of mind.
She has her stories and her chores & then
there is the vodka. So there is a kind
of balance in their universes when
they disappear. Neither needs to tell
the other how to fall into a well.