The scientist wasted his life trying to perform a godless resurrection. His wife, the poet, described him as “beautiful, like the kitchen light reflecting off a knife’s edge.” She used to run her fingers along the blade, thinking, you have to understand, you have to understand, but he never did.

Jessica Natasha Lawrence writes about chronic illness, realistic hope, and the beauty and trials of ordinary life. She can be found on Instagram, Twitter, and Medium.