“January:
When he left, he took the whole world with him.
it was clanking behind his car like
a bunch of empty cans.
February:
The 8 wonders of the world were
in between the miracle of our bodies breathing together.
March:
After him, everything was empty sky.
April:
Pain makes craters. my heart is the moon.
May:
I said my name out loud. over and over again, until it brought me to my knees.
June:
My mother told me to watch out for the Atlases. They will pull the earth out from underneath you.
July:
We are not supposed to disappear inside of loss or love. Someone should have told me that sooner.
August:
At some point, the paint chips away
and everything is black and white.
to keep going or to die without him.
I chose to keep going.”
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