The Wall

I love someone I barely got to meet and completely knew. I still count months the way I counted them before everything stopped. There are tiny things I bought that feel louder than furniture. It is such a specific pain to have no public memory for someone private and permanent inside you. The body does not forget just because the paperwork was brief. The body does not forget just because the paperwork was brief.

For my son

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