Black Cat Cardigan I walk into the kitchen and for a second I see you. A black shape curled on the chair, exactly where you should be. I whisper a gentle hello My hand goes out. And then it hits the cardigan and my brain catches up. Cold. Slack. Wrong. The kind of wrong that knocks air out of lungs, because for half a breath you were alive again and then you weren’t. I berate myself for not putting it away, I should fold it, clear the space. But I don’t. Not yet.
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