Perhaps I am not often vulnerable
Perhaps I get that, to a certain extent, from and perhaps to a certain extent I had that forced upon me by her
Fancying myself a coach, I ceased to practice
I remember driving past the cemetery, shocked by the abjectness of getting a tattoo
Memories—those sometimes awful things—
also help tether me here
Also, saying it out loud
In the woods by the water she plunged her face in
Yes the incapacity is devastating, and still—
We are raising a creature, together
See how magical
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