i will remember her:
on mondays most of all. monday nights and House is on. a show that framed us, laced our drinks and stories. when she couldn’t watch it, i taped it, brought it over, saw it on dvd later in the week. but mostly we watched it together that second semester; she had no night class. we learned our lips and hands, the skin of our sides, by the television broadcast. we needed no diagnosis.
