Before the beautiful assistant climbs into the box, I leave, afraid he will forget the rest. Continue reading
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Day 108 of 35
Persephone Buried, she lost sight of the surface and forgot the horizon. After a time, she stopped standing in the narrow tunnels, hoping for a cusp of light. She took her lovers without the promise of morning. Dark and full of fleeting want, she plucked them only for memory and let them fade, and when … Continue reading
Day 102 of 35
Beautiful Cassandra, I’m going to ask you not to look at the myth— no matter how they tell it, it doesn’t end well for you. Mute prophecy a moment. The history of birdsong is also yours. Remember, it was a heron, not a god, that made sense of chaos. Let its cadence sway you now … Continue reading
Day 65 of 35
Tonight, I crave chocolate cake. when yesterday I had forgotten there was sugar and cocoa and bakers who know what to do. Continue reading
Day 57 of 35
Watch the fireflies extinguish two days after you trapped them. Catalog ephemera and translate before it wilts. Continue reading
Day 52 of 35
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
Day 38 of 35
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