(memories from a photo)
I had sat on in the stale vacuum fifteen months after and I shared sheets, she slept with it was found that You had lain on my legs nearly burst my reservoir I whispered It was all I could do in front of you, in front of your mother's You became a ray of hope wondering was going to work
the wooden bench courthouse hallway, the last time, your mother which was two weeks before the policeman—that was before my breast would warm your cheek. as I cooed. Your content smile of tears. softly. not to cry fearing that you would too accusing attorneys. as I drank myself to sleep, how survival in my new life.