Feb 01

How to Go On

For Hank

As he tells us about how his son
died in front of him, I think about
the caterpillar my daughter left
in a bucket, in the sun, earlier today,
and listen to the wipers whoosh

against my conscience and the
windshield. Without consideration,
I say oh my god, I am so sorry
then have a sudden compulsion to
take back my response. Surely the
caterpillar won’t survive and even

though the rain stopped, the wipers
still move back and forth in lieu
of conversation. Oh god, I am so sorry,
so so sorry, I am. Did you know
caterpillars are boneless,
but have over a thousand muscles?

–Rebecca Schumejda