Pearson-Vanderbroek, Tammy J.

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Pearson-Vanderbroek, Tammy

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Tammy Pearson-Vanderbroek The Process of Melting Eyes on the ceiling, I rewatch the day— my boy's face sharp and cold, like an ice sculpture, skillfully laid out for final display. I try to relax— the months of watching my child shrivel as the tumor grew, finally over. But sleep won't come as I remember the days before the cancer— The December when the sleet coated the streets and he wanted take his first driving lesson; Days of fishing on the frozen lake, woolen green scarves across our faces; The graduation reception when he stood shy in front of the camera, my wife saying, "smile," punch bowl full of ice tinkling in the background. I think perhaps a scotch on the rocks will help me sleep. I drink it in the kitchen, the street light casting a yellow square through the window and onto the table across my hands. Finally, glass empty of scotch, I return to bed— Leaving the ice to melt slowly In the silence behind me. 28 

The Process of Melting

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