HUBRIS
I never got to show you my whole art collection and you're the only one that would actually care. You’re the only one that would get it. Every time I use the word “hubris” I see you, hear you. Not like that. Not like that. I remember you in a black dress and nothing else. Not like that. Not like that. White gestural chalk scuffs on the ceiling walking out. Pink cotton fabric—stuffed in my mouth.