james runs full speed into the filing cabinet next to my desk.
the world spins on the squeal of metal and storming paper
he laughs head back like a crazed horse
cracking the dull buzzing sounds of the lights in this room
my cubicle wall comes unhinged
crashes down next to the swamp he's created
i crawl through to where he sits
a rocking knot of head in hands
say his name with a question mark into his hairline with my lips
his secret is safe with me
we lie down in a pile of papers
the staring eyes of our officemates
clutch him against me until he stops crying