The house moving slowlyThis morning. Photos on the walls -Suddenly dissatisfied.
I feel queasy thinking about what it took to get here
beyond the silent weeping we kept from each other
waiting for news that even one of the treatments had worked.
I saw her room for the first time through a blistering hangover.
She was not in bed. Somewhere I heard a tea kettle.
Space is transparent
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