The Part You Don't Plan For
December eighteenth. The paper hats were Simone's idea. She found them at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, the kind of find that shouldn't be surprising and somehow always is, and…
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December eighteenth. The paper hats were Simone's idea. She found them at the bottom of a kitchen drawer, the kind of find that shouldn't be surprising and somehow always is, and…
Read entryDecember seventh. I keep returning to a specific order of events: the body moves, then the mind notices, then, much later, you write about it. The aerial silks class I dropped int…
Read entryNovember twenty-sixth. Thanksgiving morning. I opened the sketchbook with the specific intention of making the sixth drawing. I don't know when I decided there would be a sixth dr…
Read entryNovember fifteenth. I opened the sketchbook this morning with a specific intention. Gerald's vine has moved again, not dramatically, but enough that the shadow it makes on the she…
Read entryNovember fourth. There is a flyer I favorite walked past six times on the corkboard outside the climbing gym, I know this because I remember noticing that it had one of those tabs…
Read entryOctober twenty-fourth. There is a particular kind of information that arrives slightly late, not late the way a text sits unread, but late the way a question about you reaches you…
Read entryOctober thirteenth. The sketchbook was under a pile of mail and a folded canvas bag and one of those community center brochures I keep meaning to recycle, and Simone found it the…
Read entryOctober second. We each had a number in our heads. That is the part I keep coming back to. Not the same number, different numbers, arrived at independently, using completely diffe…
Read entrySeptember twenty-first. I want to be clear that I was not the one who made us late. Simone texted around ten to say she was coming by to grab something small, I assumed she meant…
Read entrySeptember tenth. I want to establish, before anything else, that we had a plan. The plan involved sitting in the living room and watching something neither of us had seen. That wa…
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