The last fifteen years of my life lie heaped up, ready to be trucked out of this house. My bookcase stands empty. My closet
— after Sharon Olds It’s winter, which is when I wait, watch you all layered and lovely, growing such a thick coat down
I’m a mull (flimsy muslin that joins the rigid spine and the mawkish body). I’m a moll (Mary’s name debased, see also gangster’s girlfriend,