By morning, I’m not so sure: each new day is its own gamble, abandonment-made-ethos-made-man. He is beside me, coming awake. Next to him, I’m recounting last night’s quarrel, imperviously reworking my arguments; they matter, these clarities I now emphasize.
I get up to pee. Alone in the bathroom, I admit tenderness from the journe…
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