this is what i imagine. i imagine him going through the motions the way the addict rustles his way out of bed and dons a tie. i imagine a man walking his dog and watching the animal go on the neighbor’s lawn and not picking it up. i imagine her slipping him vicodin in his morning coffee when she finds out. i imagine a little girl full of romantic fantasies being crushed by the first boy she falls in love with. i imagine a boy standing in front of a mirror first realizing he is a man but also utterly alone. i imagine the unspeakable loss a mother feels when they tell her son was found dead thousands of miles away. i imagine myself writing it all down and never ever keeping up with any of it.