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POLLY FOSTER: Bleached Bone

After that we wanted to build a home together.

We pulled chattering bones from our packs and buried them deep under the foundations.

We carved initials into rafters and clapped sawdust from our hands.

Now we hunker down, listen to the coyote howls and wait for ghosts to move in.

Polly is a Content Strategist living in London with her partner and baby.

I wash my hands outside the neonatal intensive care unit. The soap kills ninety nine point nine percent of bacteria, but what about the rest?

On the third wash my engagement ring clatters on the stainless steel. I watch it spiral down the drain, too exhausted to lunge for it.

Polly is a Content Strategist living in London with her partner and baby.