Returning from a walk, we reach our house and see the light
burst a hole through the living
Each blueberry broke its thin shell
and bled, turning the whole pancake sick.
I keep my window open when I’m afraid to go outside. But the weather’s been good—warm and honest, in that when one day is seventy degrees, the next few are too.
The first time I came home after being gone, I felt as if I was meeting myself for the first time. The apartment was the same—cluttered, askew, and dense with the scent of bodies being bodies.
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