Stories
One Wheel
What I Could Hear
Winter Story
Sick with the Sun

Poems
What to Say
Home
Jealousy
Wake
Hiking a Mountain...
North for Winter
When I love you...
Induction
Poem
Dusk
Seven Hours
The Morning After
Learning to Drive
Place of White Plains
Green on Blue...
The First Time...
How I Am
For hours...
Enter June dusk...
Inside

Poem

A board of water, no,
a bundle of silk with its end
unraveled by hands not visibleó
you become less before me; deepen
to the pink sun-rest, the starlings'
final chirps. What else could tighten
the knot of my chest against yours?


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