Remember the time I wasted working in politics.
Remember the solitary camping trips, how I never wanted to leave Vermont.
How before grad school I dropped all that weight.
Remember the year I decided there is no God.
Remember the twenty-two months I didn’t menstruate.
Remember when I gave up smoking.
Remember all the time I spent in love with Gardner, who didn’t love me.
Remember the reading light that screwed onto the bed’s headboard.
How I wouldn’t eat anything for days – I was reading Rumi.
Remember the year the house caught fire, and all the books.
Last one out close the door.
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