Or Else

by Joe Hart

It’s funny the things you remember and what you forget. All of it’s important, every last second.

drops of crimson pattered and smeared on the tile. An abstract painting of our relationship there on the floor.

There is something elemental passed down through generations that transcends species and gender. It is a river running through the lifeblood, an unspoken connection between parent and child, able to convey everything within a look.