Living with Ghosts

In lieu of flowers, send him back. — Andrea Cohen

The same thing happens every year. The calendar flips to November and my mind goes blank. I’m quicker to tears, more likely to sit and stare. I wake up with headaches and bruises appear on my skin, devoid of an origin story. How many times have I walked by the spine of The Body Keeps the Score and thought, someday I’ll read that goddamn book and these things will make more sense…