The Night He Told Me to Leave, He Forgot Whose Name Was on Everything

glued or nailed into wall studs.

They were technically furniture. Movable assets.

“You can’t paint what isn’t there,” I murmured quietly to myself, smoothing packing tape over another box.

By the time they returned from the hardware store with paint rollers and sample chips, that entire kitchen would be nothing but blank walls and exposed plumbing pipes.continue reading …