An Anniversary

By Mina Jimmy with his crushable wool hat is in the living room but I can't hear him making a sound. Who likes to think that there is a place in the human mind no one has ever been to or can go. Who likes to mold the shape of heads in the exact way they want heads to be. I can scoop out with my fingers his hair from under the soft wool of his hat. I can tug, change his directions. Change the way that water can only slip between fingers. Change the way you think that the hole in the living room floor can't be covered with a rug, can't be stuffed with some blankets. Everything has holes, the issue then is how to fill them with something that will stay.