Psychopomp Magazine Fall 2014 - Page 47

Adam McAlpine Clark | 47

I curl up against my brother, close my eyes. From outside the tent somewhere, I can hear a girl asking a boy if he'd play something on the piano, it's just over there? Mason shifts his back, readjusts. I hear someone familiar tell a girl he doesn't know any songs to play. Mason's breathing falls into intervals of regularity and I put my arms around him as I loosen myself to sleep.