Because I was given the gift of opening my mouth but I returned it. Because it is an indulgence to sing this very question, to raise careful lung against the dark and rational. In the days after definition I am stunned. I long for a subject and it is lack. I say me, I, and… [Read More]

I have such little mercy for my own strong myrtle, for the walkway clawed open by snow. To talk about deleting deletes nothing, the way that to implicate is a wirework, dead twist of tendons we knot into our hands. I know that I couldn’t stop seeing the capsule pulled apart upon reentry, its breath… [Read More]