Michael Kimball from The Little Pieces of Her That Were Still Her

 

I drove myself back home from the funeral home. I went back inside through the back door and walked back to what used to be our bedroom. I was going to take my funeral clothes off, but it felt too difficult to untie my tie or my shoes. It felt too difficult to unbutton my shirt or my pants. I couldn’t take my suit jacket off either. It fit a little tight around my shoulders and it felt as if my wife had her arms around me.

New York Tyrant Vol. I No. II