I love you because your voice is that vibration, a frequency incubating in a satellite, bolting like lightning into the central chip of my
On the underside of a water sprinkler’s aluminum throat, four drops of light condense, chandeliers in perfect measure. Wearing her gown of cold mist,
after Stephen Dunn Some women have it, a neatness of muscle a way the body has of shifting so the skin moves over it