The couple next-door is fighting again, tho there are fewer banishments these days. there’s always the same number of neighbors in the morning. every
Still you should praise the spring —Ha Jin After all, you remember how romantic some of your departed friends were— the sight of a
Scripto inferio* The aerogramme bears her name, ghosting beneath his news, never mentions their storied youth—long since reduced to runes, timeless as quills dipped