index | archives | notes Thursday, Jun. 05, 2008 12:10 a.m. << [ My Baby ] >> Yellow Submarine starts to play and sounds empty, and when I turn around to find out why he's not singing, it's because he's asleep. His body is limp and his tiny mouth is open. I drive carefully; he doesn't nap, not ever, so if he's asleep his little body must need it. I reach around his tummy, then under one arm, then the other arm, all to unbuckle him. "Judge," I say, "God's Judge." He slides forward into the gap between his seat and the passenger's seat, so I pick him up and carry him inside, his head slumped against my shoulder. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org