And so, I said, “this was an unexpected loss” down a phone, to a friend already gone.
She fell into a dream only to wake; find her sheet wet with pagan tears.Winter was woven into her teeth;even with happiness…
Odd, how ears can claim solemn indecision, make the tongue click,and manifest the peculiar impulse to brush, brush away…
In a pinch, we were the thrown — the spilled salt in winter’s chill wind.A black car on a nighttime drive…