The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

you want.

Not if you should.

Not if you’re my husband.

If you want.

“I want.”

She nodded.

Then, after a second, “I need a shower.”

“I’ll help.”

She looked at me like she might refuse on principle.

Then she didn’t.

In the bathroom I learned how many small ways sickness rearranges a body. How you keep the water from hitting the dressing. How you dry around tape.continue reading …