The light inside the office feels trapped. Above us, plastic panels clutching fluorescent tubes pulse. The office never changes: a large print with a
In the electric air, perched on the hard ledge
of the bathtub, I smelled pine needles, burning dust.
Inscrutable as a Sybil, submerged in still water,
your
We didn’t know it was our question to answer. Now it’s the room we sit in, the way we hold onto things, and