Glynn Washington

And you know, on the way to my auntie's house, my auntie's place, I'm contemplating my little quest for the divine.

A search I know she would think was silly.

My auntie, she always wanted kids of her own.

I think she did.

I think that she did.

But it never happened that way for her.

So I believe this was my personal stroke of good fortune because

When I was in the crazy at my house, she could sometimes be the escape, the respite, the hug, the hot meal, the field trip fee, the couch to sleep on, the kind word, the new kicks, the gas money, the good book, the screaming from the stands at the graduation, the address to write down when I didn't have an address.

Emergency contact.

Well, I didn't have an emergency contact.

All these little things, I think about this, walking to her tiny apartment, busy searching for the divine, but here the divine is shining bright in front of me, and now the divine is cussing me out, flitting all that cold air inside, leaving her door wide open.

Never turn out the light.