Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. By Gabrielle Calvocoressi Do not care if you just arrive in your skeleton. Would love to take a walk with you. Miss you. Would love to make you shrimp saganaki. Like you used to make me when you were alive. Love to feed you. Sit over steaming bowls of pilaf. Little roasted tomatoes covered in pepper and nutmeg. Miss you. Would love to walk to the post office with you. Bring the host dog. We'll walk past the waterfall and you can tell me about the after. Wish you. Wish you would come back for a while. Don't even need to bring your skin sack. I'll know you. I know you will know me even though. I'm bigger now. Grayer. I'll show you my garden. I'd like to hop in the leaf pile you raked but if you want to jump in? I'll rake it for you. Miss you standing looking out at the river with your rake in your hand. Miss you in your puffy blue jacket. They're hip now. I can bring you a new one if you'll only come by. Know I told you it was okay to go. Know I told you it was okay to leave me. Why'd you believe me? You always believed me. Wish you would come back so we could talk about truth. Miss you. Wish you would walk through my door. Stare out from the mirror. Come through the pipes. -- p2: defenestrate --

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