Olive, oiling her calves. Olive, cracking open peanuts. Peeking through the windows. Olive, soap on her hands, tossing a laugh into my ears. Olive, grieving, shattering plates and pulling at her hair. Olive, as I teach her to drive, forehead furrowed in concentration. Olive, reading in the moonlight, legs taut on the balcony edge. Olive, a smile sliced into her face, watching the Boy’s hand as they trail her knee. Olive, heart stuttering, my hand on her chest. Olive, on a stool in a store, color bleeding onto her lips. Olive & Olive & Olive & Olive. I look at her, my heart seized and stupid.
i love this
