While Preparing My Husband For Burial I Discovered Coordinates That Changed Everything

work when his hair was still disordered from sleep, evenings on the couch when I reached over without thinking, the unconscious intimacy of people who have shared space long enough that touch becomes a language too ordinary to name.

That was when I saw it.

It was just above his right ear, partially exposed by the unfamiliar shortness of the cut, hidden continue reading …