Such an abundance of greens under the glistening spray of their afternoon shower, but my mother, shopping for one those first weeks after my
One night you will roll to your left and wake up deaf to nightingales. You suspect no sabotage in sleep and I’m cranky. That
The cursive of your hair on shower tiles—curtain folded with half moon & wolf howl—empty vials of Ren Faire oils named things like Ancient