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Looking at her I thought of going out in the fields with my wife back when we were so in love we didn’t know what it was

My wife was different than she used to be, and we had a six-month-old baby I was afraid of, a little son.

We’d developed a dangerous cynical camaraderie

I knew every raindrop by its name

It feels as though rather than having been written, these stories just happen, in an absurd universe just like our own. There is nothing extra, nothing that betrays a writer crafting, just a narrator at once cruel and vulnerable, a bigot and a victim, but fully human and showing us to ourselves.