February 2012
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muscovite:
In an effort not to crawl back to you, I crossed the 2 train off my subway map in blue ink, called it a river, sold my canoe. Swept the soot from the chimney into a vase, scattered it all over Manhattan. Husband, I pretended it was your ash. Spoke your name in past tense and still, when we...