He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

your sickness as a scheduling inconvenience. After his mother sits at your table and writes down the names of movers. After the house settles around you, different now.

I slept for four hours that afternoon.

When I woke up, the living room was dim and cool. Somebody, probably Allison, had washed the poker smell out of the throw blankets. The kitchen continue reading …