Drinker of Ink

by Shannon Castleton

I Am Filled with Love I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind, as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death.

We love you with a ferocity and responsibility you do not understand—”

Maman’s Illness—that consumed me, and that I would then be more eager and better equipped to spread my interest and attention to other subjects, and hence be less debilitated by the possibility of losing my mother.