and it sounds like a bark in this empty house. I didn’t know she kept score. I didn’t know she saved my vulnerabilities as souvenirs.
ITEM 4: A tube of Shea Butter hand cream, squeezed flat. I unscrew the cap and squeeze. A tiny white ribbon comes out. I rub it on my hand and inhale. Suddenly, she is here. Standing behind me. I can feel her hand on continue reading …
