day 97

"i remember what i wore"

my body begins to float and

i realize that i have not

taken a breath in at least

four miles

and i wonder if there was ever

anything

that you had kept

in all those years, through the

girls with the unexpected faces

and the

weddings

and the

turmoil

and the realization that everything leaves us eventually

and whether or not we've had time to prepare for the loss

really doesn't matter

in the end

in the end,

all we have is our breathless existence

and we can never prepare for it, ever

in keeping with this week's theme, i plan to paint my owl table this evening.