I used to think separation was an easylackadaisical thing. Skipping townon an errand that never ends.A one-way ticket out and down the road. I have to practice being without you,you told me. As if I am a celloconcerto that you must return toeven in your sleep. Left hand pressingblindly on an invisible fret board. Righthand … Continue reading This Thing Between Us: A Rehearsal – Marianne Peel