Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.

I see without looking. I look without seeing. I know—what’s in the bag. Someone is locked in the bedroom. He’s out back burning trash in the barrel. I don’t have the key. At night, I get very small and retreat into myself. Something bad happened. I want to tell but there’s no phone and no one to call. I want to tell but I don’t know the words. There are no words for this. God. At dawn, I follow him down to the docks. The morning is still and reflective as glass. I sit on the bow. He takes the wheel. We knife through the waters to visit a grave.

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