At 7:20 a.m. My Bank Manager Said There Was Six Figures of Debt in My Name

of checking the locks each night not from fear but from the grounded habit of a woman who has learned to take care of herself. Coffee in the mornings at the kitchen island, steam rising from the mug, the particular quiet of a house that belongs to the person inside it.

Robert was in a photograph on the mantle, the two of us at the coast years ago, laughing continue reading …