after the Photographer, Albert Renger-Patzsch for Michael Kinsley Perhaps it’s the absence of color that draws him near to this tree. It is small,
Are they people or ruins? Does the skeleton who shed gender long ago care—bones held together by light and promise. Quiet, an androgen walks
A ripe raisin stain that suits almost every woman’s pout is Revlon’s Carnal. Goddess, with its hint of burnt toast and lilacs is lovely,