i will remember her:
lying in the light on her bed, her hands in my hair, my head on her stomach. it was a sunday in march. she’s a jump-start girl; when she wakes, she stands. that morning she humoured me and we stayed in bed, talking. we talked of travel. australia, ireland, brazil. i had planned to give her brazil. i wanted to give her countries, continents and oceans too, because she couldn’t see she deserved the world.
