There is a shape in my life where a child should be and my body keeps tripping over it. There are tiny things I bought that feel louder than furniture. I do not know where to put love when there is no first birthday to aim at. The body does not forget just because the paperwork was brief. There was a future tense in my mouth and now there is just silence.
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