34. ABRAHAM
AbrAHAM
SUGAR CANDY.
Sour sweat.
Warmth.
Fingers. Light ones. Hers.
Gentle touches I barely felt.
She coaxed me out of the recliner and I went, knowing she couldn’t carry me.
I didn’t remember telling her I needed to take a piss, but I must’ve.
She waited for me.
She waited with me.
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