The sore spot spreads, goes deep, no longer localized. An ache. Bones in the spine grind down. Short of breath the frame collap- ses,
—Zubair Ahmed Rivers of Cities She said, a friend, an engineer worked the big tugboats that push barges down the Snake into the Columbia
And often, it seems, we live inside the rain. It comes to us like the folding of hands. It moves with secret footsteps