who knows how it works? the way I end up like my mother in a dining room at a wooden table eating for two
2. the way I take baths now my body wrinkles in the tub the way hers always did when I was two years old just learning how to clench my fists I would clench them around the wrinkles of her belly, kiss her temples all round and sharp like the caps of beer bottles
3. when I was just two years old I would drink the leftover bathwater I still sometimes drink the leftover bathwater in all of its murkiness I was drinking her body now I am drinking yours
4. she called our house heaven if our house was heaven then heaven is made completely wooden our front door was heavy and isolated