Entertaining Ray Entertaining Ray Inventing Ray, I fail over and over.
Nothing sounds right.
Even in the womb I see him, mute mouth moving, wanting. In the middle of his time inside me, he held himself perfectly still and did not look down, but rather stared straight ahead at blank dimly lit wall. His face remaining, the way I see his face always, a face without expression. Providing no clue to what he dreams at such times. Do you bowl, he said.