3/3/20 – crater

The wound is gone (I cleaned it out with vinegar and a scouring pad.), but it left a crater behind — the kind you find on the moon — gray and hardened as clay in a kiln. You left your moon boots by the door, and I check them nightly. I don’t know what I expect to find, or what I wish. I only know that they do not move.

I jostle the knobs on the door and debate whether or not to leave it unlocked.