A Poem for What Could Fit in my Pocket by Grace Day-Strosnider

How do I live with your ghost?

Dishes in the sink, voices in the walls.

This house is not big enough for three.

In my defense, his hands. In my defense,

his lips. In my defense, his perjury.

In my defense, I wish to die so

I may come back to you.


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