a tender rearrangement of what is missing,






If we never speak again,
that would be fine—honestly, I have nothing to say.
But maybe you do. And maybe I could sit with my arms
unfolded, kind-of closing my eyes. I mean,
I’d like to hear you without hearing myself.
I mean, if you needed butter to borrow,
if you came up short, maybe, I would have it,
That’s all, that’s all I want to say.
Christopher Goodrich, excerpt from For My First Wife, While Married to My Second
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