The kitten-shaped egg timer on the corner of the mattress beeps and they switch positions. Now she is cradling him. His head rests on her slender left arm; her right arm she drapes around his waist ... [+]
I am unable to sit down.
How my hand has touched so many places like this,
places I am unable to inhabit but have grown to love
despite my best efforts.
A pair of squirrels languidly follow each other to a tree.
It is starting to rain, but the tree cover is impenetrable.
How I wish you were here with me,
watching the squirrels’ tails dampen with the rain water.
As I sit here, I consider the curls that stick to the nape of your neck.