or only the past?
Gainesville bedrooms and
the clicking clatter of space heaters
the frigid February cold of early mourning.
Ziggy in the kitchen
Iggy in the bath
Nancy in–
Every rainy morning:
one year bloating into three
into six into the eternity of nothing.
Plastic bottletops
gas station parking lots
the smell of afterbirth in September.
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