at the very end
it spread into her spine
her back was so
shot she didn’t get out of bed
to use the
restroom.
i’d slide a pillow underneath
her and hold
an ice pack
to her forehead.
just talk,
she said,
don’t stop
talking.
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| the closest i've come to making love at the very end it spread into her spine her back was so shot she didn’t get out of bed to use the restroom. i’d slide a pillow underneath her and hold an ice pack to her forehead. just talk, she said, don’t stop talking. |
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