My Sister Said I Didn’t Count and Seated Me by the Trash at Her Wedding So I Left a Small Silver Gift on the Present Table

and I first sat with rain on the glass and a truth neither of us knew how to carry yet. I cook meals that I eat in my own kitchen. I sleep through the nights.

Sometimes I think about the hallway. The lilies and bleach and the metallic breath of the kitchen vents. The way the service door flashed the ballroom with every swing, chandeliers and orchids continue reading …