I never saw someone cry like that.  Really amazing, hard, profound tears that glittered against your soft skin the way diamonds dance under light.  The face streaked all burning and wet.  I didn’t know what to do next so I pulled you down close and we sat on the hardwood kitchen floor in alternate universes of sob and silence. 

I am living inside weird springtime weather cycles. Mend, break, mend, break, mend, break.  Later we make breakfast and put on a record.  You call your mother.  I do the dishes. You smoke a cigarette, I go to the store. I don’t know where you’re living anymore.  

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(The Parenthetical Girls Privilege Part III: Mend & Make Do EP out on Slender Means Society)