We snapped photos on the meadow of your family land against mountains and maple. Deafening quiet. You laughed when I asked how much of
Beginning of the divine: first tearful slice, skin parting from each other like lovers, sizzling pallor, gradual darkening, then release beyond belief. Doesn’t matter
What I know is sand, or at least dust; microfilaments, metal and plastic and leftovers from the creation filter through windows even on days