“If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant!” —Jane Kenyon Let it be the deep feathery darkness of a power outage, the houses
The x-ray scans for lesions spelling cancer on the ribs. You’re at a hospital 1,200 miles away and night’s played its last encore. I’m
we have almost finished our time here. the drear— rain and fog and general slate- gray-ness of it all—is past having gotten to me.