I stood naked over a toilet, legs spread as I urinated for a woman I met only hours before. A woman who took me to my husband’s funeral where I saw the ashes of him piled in a box. A woman who didn’t know me at all, who I’d probably never see again– a piercing perpendicular to the man who knew me better than anyone, who I’d also never see again.
The Funeral (On My PrisonPass to my Husband’s Funeral)