Ours ⁠ Each step stitches them together as they walk the dog, each breath at night winds them, together, into sleep’s cocoon. Even the fights, sharpening the blades of anger and accusation: knives side by side in a drawer. Her clumsiness so familiar he knows when to reach beneath the bowl she lifts. ⁠ When […]

This content is for subscribers only. Please log in below, or sign up for a subscription here.