LENA

It was eleven days after the gala.

I know this because I had been keeping track of time in the particular way you keep track of time when something has shifted in the texture of it, not dramatically, not in a way that announced itself, but in the way of a thing that has moved and cannot be put back in its original position and you are both aware of this and not yet speaking of it. Eleven days since the dance floor. Eleven days since the car. Eleven days since the door and we built it and three thoughts about spring on the way to my bedroom.

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