
Afterthought
Now that we’re an afterthought to the very children around whom orbited our every conversation, itself a euphemism O how like the snow newly fallen tenderness blankets our household of literal holding and being held O how we surrender slack into the soft folds of holding and being held. I myself have taken to sleeping naked as a teenager with a new body & boyfriend. Just last night didn’t you whisper, want and didn’t I didn’t I answer no one but you.