my wife was pregnant with a silhouette.  it lost itself to her.  it left me out.  I began saying sensitive things around women about their bodies so one might trace me.  I said lord I thought my life would be sadder.  I bought an AK47 because it was the only gun I recognized.  I hung it on my neck.  my wife used her memory to pluck things from my hands.  food, mostly.  it helped me realize I was rarely using both hands for the same purpose.  my wife began going out at night.  said she did so to hate America.  when once I tried to join her on the front step I was informed how she missed me but not as much as I believed.  she threw bread crumbs into a shuddering bush and I had the feeling it wasn’t new for her.  yesterday, I sold the gun to an interested neighbor with a child to protect.  he told me my wife’s nightgown is rather sheer but that he’s more concerned with how she carries herself.  after hearing that, I don’t think anyone could’ve dragged me to him.