Conduit

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41 Graph After all the nights you left me in a room with the baby to sleep elsewhere and only the wind shifting through the curtains, to drown out the disconsolate sea. After following the furniture truck to my own place and breast-feeding on the floor, too sick to unpack the boxes; this on the day you put your dog down, her untreated wound teeming with maggots. After all the sorrow, and I have not forgotten how you placed my hand on our son’s head as he crowned between my legs and how you held me through the pain. Your mother died, and you flew to England to burn her body; we took you to the airport your boy, a dancing heart and I, a survivor. I touched your shoulder in the departures hall. This is love. A continuum arcing in a trajectory of loss. And we follow it unknowing towards an indefinite end. ...