The Widow Takes Her Coffee Black
Roxane Gay

When my boyfriend died, we had only been dating for four months. At his funeral, everyone treated me like a grieving widow. I skipped the burial. I still didn't know how he took his coffee in the morning. When I spent the night at his apartment, I would often lie awake, watching him sleep. I don't sleep well with strangers.

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