A Model Year (Part 5 of 5)Gina Myers
The shattering of everything has become a way of life. The ground shifts, no one notices. It's wrong to make either one of us out as criminals. It's wrong to fill this longing with a haircut & new shoes. Wrong when we run into each other on the street to pretend no hurt exists or offer a casual hello. There are no rules, no guide to get through the day. Always wanting what we can't have, the attempts to make sense of it have failed. Days progress & add up & the calendar changes. We pour a new cup of coffee, cover ourselves with new blankets, separately. The sun shifts through the window & the cat sleeps, his leg twitches. It's easy to close my eyes & think of falling. Easy to feel the body collapse on the bed, the mattress rushing to meet you.
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