The simplicity of my days and the way I wait for minutes until I have to leave for work, lose things time and time again, can't remember where I put things, all just point to who is missing, underscore the irreplaceable.
I've tried for months now to use the immersion of a new place and new resonances to reinvent myself and not shed the grief but embed it, be strengthened by it, and what has resulted is a preeminent weirdness. No one at Tilden quite knows my name.
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