I met the wilding colors of Arizona during my first trip out West. Rooted in sand, mouth open, I stood before a cliff-face of
Last night, last night I, too, felt fat with promise, wreathed in pearls, crowned in something celestial, fanciful, and drunk on light. It hung,
I was unfolding. I needed nothing. I left you there on the roadside with nothing. I was expansive, no longer drowning. I left you