My name is is Mogwart St.SanPuedesan. I spend all day, every day inside my humidifier smoking clove cigarettes. The television is on mute as it keeps company. The room is clean, though the table is a mess. I raise my mouth to the ceiling when I exhale and look down the hallway at my wife. The lights are bright behind her and dimmed between us, she is just a shape. There are two steps between us. And a glass door. It doesn't look like much, but the distance serves its purpose. I failed. My job. Our move to this country. Unanticipated and urgent was her support. I sit in shame, far from the doorstep.
