They Left Me Alone At The End Of My Pregnancy And Went On A Luxury Trip

be never.

The marble floor looked like a floor.

I stood on it in the afternoon light with my son and let it be a floor.

That was the project, in the months that followed, which was to allow things to be what they were again rather than what they had become in the context of being locked inside them. The house was a house. The floor was a floor. The kitchen continue reading …