But when I hear the pink fingers trailing across the silverware inside the drawer for the silverware, tracing concentric fingerprints pressed by my fingers
The cat’s brown coat, but not the tongue he licks it with. Winter light, a slick of simmering gray. A petal from the
In the bowl, cobalt-blue, you collect each spilled pebble, imposing order against his going. On the table, stacked just so— Mandelstam, Hopkins, Plath,