“An “I love you” that is out in the world unanswered bedevils a space, like the ghost of a whore in Mississippi. It’s lonely, then miserable, then angry. My words, left hanging, swung all over our freshly painted apartment...It was terrible. Bobo never said anything about it, but sometimes he slapped his neck, then examined his palm, mystified that there was nothing there.' ''
— Sep 03, 2026 12:24AM
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