when i tell my husband i miss the sun, he knows
what I really mean. He paints my name
across the floral bed sheet and ties the bottom corners to my ankles. Then he paints another
for himself. We walk into town and play the shadow game, saying Oh! I'm sorry for stepping on your
shadow! and Please be careful! My shadow is caught in the wheels of your shopping cart. It's all very polite.
Our shadows get dirty just like anyone's, so we take them to the Laundromat—the one with
the 1996 Olympics themed pinball machine— and watch our shadows warm
against each other. We bring the shadow game home and (this is my favorite part) when we
stretch our shadows across the bed, we get so tangled my husband grips his own wrist,
certain it's my wrist, and kisses it.
my light, my love, my life lee jinhyuk