Practicing guitar under the deck
while she reads graphic novels about
wolves that rip the entrails out of monsters.
Looking around the flea market while waiting
for her flight to come in, and calculating in
my head if I can afford to get her anything
as a way of saying I missed her.
Settling on not knowing how things will turn
out is one way to make them bearable, but we’re
both good at making things worse without
trying.
She borrows the screwdriver out of
the tool box, I got as a gift before going to
school, and attaches her new license plates
without me.
I used to think she needed me
for things like that, but it had always been
the other way around.
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