there is still silk velvet and taxidermy without you; there are still bulbs coming up in spring; there are still thrift store finds to be found. and truthfully, i don’t know where i put the leopard coat you got me; the silk scarf with the egyptian print— the vintage hats. i moved so many times. i thought you’d always be around. a gift, a given. i don’t where i am inside of grief today, but i know i wanted to share some more photos of Louis, who maybe would have fancied himself to be cut out of life just the same as a butterfly or flower on paper, becoming part of something else, to leave only the outline or context of what was an extraordinary thing.