Her math homework, no longer funny and instead perverse, speaking to her with the spheres of song and galactic reverb, like-follows suit, stutters numbers and signs of equality through her, on her, to my sweet grey blossoming
on her lap, where: So with then I listen and make no motion of the skin, everyoneβs sighs; likewise recording her answers for a later date she will never remember, and by all accounts, have moved past long ago.