by Nick Rees Gardner Scott Rodgerson Mary I’ll tell you about the time I cheated on Mary and she died. She had this polkadot of a nose I’d kiss before I lifted her hair and she ducked into a line. Blink her blown pupils. I don’t honestly know if she’s dead or alive, but after her seizure, not a word, not a text, and somehow it’s easier to believe she’s gone for good because that way the guilt can rush me and dissipate, instead of stringing me along. She used to string me alon