Evidence of love….
My dog died 10 days ago.
Motel 6, 47.00 for bloodstains on the carpet and cigarette burns on the pillows. Salt water taffy stuck in my teeth, I don’t brush it out because where else is breakfast going to come from.
I never remember how wide the continent is until the end of the first night of the cross country drive when I am exhausted and not even past the first state line.
If Skrap were here I would not be worried about how much weight it would take to break the lock on the door.
EVIDENCE OF LOVE:
Love is the faint tapping on my eyelids until they close, it’s gentle pressure pushing my shoulders into the mattress, it’s the sure sense as I fall asleep that everything is alright, even the everythings that smell like a strangers pee.