Husband, step-father, photographer, miscreant… but not necessarily in that order.
I’ll gather your voicein the cup of my hand.
I’ll add in onions and carrotsand celeries too.
I’ll let you simmer thereon lowuntil two or so.
I’ll drink youin the afternoon.
We waited until the beginning of autumn — when the mosquitoes died back and blackand white were equal — to go into the woodsto become one with the natural things.