The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.

I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.

He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.

I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.