Tokyo
On cheesecake in Ginza. The filter of fast-moving particles and locating my husband.
On cheesecake in Ginza. The filter of fast-moving particles and locating my husband.
On unrushed days in Hawaii. Swimming with dolphins, forgiving the past, and making love with her growing inside of me.
She didn’t come to visit. She came to nap. She lay down because my house holds. I am harbour.
Nitpicking happens in the moment. Without thought. Without impact assessment. Without malice.
He walks the dogs. I move the world. He does the mornings. I place everything in motion.
By the time I had written the thank-you cards to our wedding guests, I was pregnant. Then my womb was empty again.
He flew to Europe to pick me up. I had already crossed it alone. From Paris to Portugal, a month apart collapsed the space between us again.
Some women aren’t just born. They’re summoned across bloodlines and time to complete what another woman began.