Here is how I choose to remember you: rustling from my bed, unfurling out of my arms and the comforter that acts as cover to deceive us both for one finite second about my realities. You stumble over to the door, you’re always ready to go, fixing dark hair, eyes, circles underneath to show how tired we’re becoming, we’re oh so tired. I bury my face in a pillow that still smells like your hair. Kiss me goodbye, lovingly, you’re lovely. But you’re always going.
From the collection “Ladykilled and Manhandled”