For you, my previous relationships have only existed in another country
another continent separated by days of water
even I begin to forget I once shared a home with someone else
jokes, dinner with parents, watching tv on the couch, two cats
plants on the kitchen windowsill.
It feels a little lucky to start again somewhere else
where my family has no history
a place I haven’t run into someone on the street who saw me embarrass myself years ago
today you and I share a bed in this new city
both of us moving through the memories of the people we were with, before you and I loved each other.
Michelle Ruiz: "A lifelong Chicagoan, now based in Stockholm as a freelancer. I am also currently working on a collection of essays related to my experience as a woman of color with chronic illness."