Skin lurid and out of sequence, seldom do these intervals lift the dawn close enough that I don’t need to squint, but this morning I am wide-eyed and there is a quality of light, gypsy and unfolding. I wait for it to find your body, mute. Continue reading
The shells I collected last summer kept their promise; the wind has waited all these months. I listen. Smile and hue return. Continue reading
Tonight, I crave chocolate cake. when yesterday I had forgotten there was sugar and cocoa and bakers who know what to do. Continue reading
Watch the fireflies extinguish two days after you trapped them. Catalog ephemera and translate before it wilts. Continue reading
It was January, but not cold enough for coats. My shoulders were bare, I think; or, maybe they weren’t. But, the wind, I know the wind was blowing because I remember it stopping, as if in deference to us both. Continue reading
The moon, in distress, followed close, and the moths tried to pass for their cousins but failed. I wanted to tell you, “Look up,” but the light was too much. You could not see that the constellations had moved, that the lion had wandered off, that the virgin had taken a lover, that the entire … Continue reading
He asked what I knew of current events. I told him; the gutters are full of rain, and next door a girl-child wails. Continue reading
Brother At four you were fascinated with the length of my adolescent blonde hair, how I piled it high at the top of my head. You would climb into my arms, twist it, and say, “doorknob,” as if you could open me and crawl right in. When I put you down, you would settle for … Continue reading
Tattoo Before he breaks the skin, he asks if this is my first. Much of my body exposed, I wonder how he doesn’t know the answer; how he could suspect that I have secreted another? We choose a sentimental space between spine and shoulder-blade, above my heart and hidden from the casual observer. When he … Continue reading
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