it was all for you 

even when it wasn’t 

those unmade beds

lying by the dozens

 

I adjust the calendar 

gain perspective 

every new entrance

a learning experience 

 

the ministry 

will have its way 

photos airbrushed

names changed

 

but you can count on me

on the fingers I have

from the nape of your neck

to the small of your back

 

changing pronouns

like underwear

I’ve made space for you

in memories and shelves