I keep my keys; where I can watch the guy across the street mow his lawn shirtless; where I learned my niece was having her fourth child; where you can find Gary’s dogeared, underlined, and deeply annotated copy of “The Federalist No. 10,” written by James Madison on November 22, 1787; where I watch Real Housewives of New York on the DVR; where I have cried on the phone more often than in any other room of the house; where I listen to that Lizzo album at least once a day; where I store the trophy Tria and I won for Duet Shakespeare Reading junior year of high school; where I emailed Gary’s brother a photo of Gary in front of Saint Catherine’s Palace outside Saint Petersburg, Russia, fulfilling a dream he had since they first watched Nicholas and Alexandra in the seventies; where I read Sylvia Plath out loud all last summer, taking notes for the following semester’s teaching; where I masturbated on cam with that guy from Toronto who was into rubber porn; where I (try to) to check my blood pressure every day; where we stared at CNN the night of the 2015 terrorist attacks in Paris, having just returned home from some movie I no longer remember; where I filmed YouTube videos unpacking monthly subscription boxes of kawaii trinkets from Japan; where we had that insipid fight about the credit card; where our PhDs hang, framed together, side-by-side; where I perused ads for older, muscular gay male escorts in New York, City; where I watched Clerks for the first time since Gary and I saw it at the artsy theater back in Ohio the first year we were dating; where some married guy I met on Scruff told me, after the sex was over, I would be cute if I went to the gym; where my husband, Gary, died. Come in.
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Nels P. Highberg is a Professor of English and Modern Languages at the University of Hartford. The recipient of an Artistic Excellence Award from the State of Connecticut in 2020, his work has been published in Duende, Intima: A Journal of Narrative Medicine, After the Art and A Harp in the Stars: An Anthology of Lyric Essays, where this essay also appears. He is @drnels on Twitter and @virgoprof on Instagram.
Photo by Dinty W. Moore
15 comments
Scottie Kersta-Wilson says:
Jan 18, 2022
Beautiful, Nels, just exquisite.
Nels Highberg says:
Jan 18, 2022
Oh, thank you, Scottie! Means a lot from an artist like you.
Becky Fremo says:
Jan 18, 2022
Oh Nels. This is so lovely. Thanks for inviting us in.
Nels Highberg says:
Jan 18, 2022
Thank you, Becky! I feel like this is stylistically related to the piece in Jackie’s book even if I wrote that decades before anything in this essay happened.
Jan Priddy says:
Jan 21, 2022
Powerful pacing to that heartbreaking conclusion.
Nels Highberg says:
Jan 21, 2022
Thank you for that!
Joe a. m. says:
Jan 26, 2022
more power in this sentence than many entire books
Nels Highberg says:
Jan 30, 2022
Thank you for taking the time to say so!
Richard says:
Feb 3, 2022
Nice and powerful extermely
Nels Highberg says:
Feb 23, 2022
Thank you!
Marie Roby says:
Feb 20, 2022
Hi Nels,
Really enjoyed reading this. Its a powerful piece of witnessing, and feels like a hybrid poetic stream of consciousness, and is why I chose it, because I was to looking for a hybrid creative writing piece for college. Thank you very much.
Nels Highberg says:
Feb 23, 2022
Thank you! I’m glad it fit what you’re looking for! Yes, I was kind of thinking of it as a prose poem and a lyric essay.
Caitlin says:
Nov 13, 2022
Just beautiful. Thank you for sharing
Kendall says:
Jul 31, 2023
This is the first time I’ve cried in 3 years. That last line made me burst out sobbing.
Ramdon college dude says:
Jan 22, 2024
Reading this in class right now and holy shit that plot twist and change in moods.