your little remnants: i want to draw a line between them like dots and follow it out beyond where the dots stop, the more dots i can get my hands on the more i can believe the line i drew... if i can just get enough of them they'll start speaking to me in your voice

a lot of “secrets”

bets you've placed against yourself

tentative pleasure

beggars and the choosers

the seven specific spots you've ever ended a relationship

strobe light snapshots

rapture

burnt bits caked to the sides

the novel you wrote for each character; rationalizations for how they enter and leave your life