Rewind and Replay

Sherrie don’t drop him.

Oh God, that’s all I’ll ever think of again.

Don’t drop him, Sherrie, dear God, couldn’t you have used both arms, couldn’t you have dropped the damn Rembrandt instead.

Recently, I was forcefully escorted from a museum after I saw a Rembrandt and lost control.

Damn you, Sherrie, why did you save the painting when you could have used both arms for HIM?

Every night, I project the same movie inside my eyelids. My first home, my first wife, my baby. The flames. And I scream, oh God, Sherrie, please don’t drop him this time, please.