The ambulance came, stitched and filled him with blood while the cops took his son with his wires so tangled his father was a stranger.And I sit in my apartment.I am getting no answers.I am finding no peace, no release from the anger.I leave it at arms length.I am keeping my distance.From hotels and Jesus and blood on the carpet.I am stomaching nothing.I am reaching for no one.I am leaving this city and