By two o’clock the snowstorm had begun its diagonal attack on windows overlooking East 7th. Inside, low hum of the fridge. Hard to tell
In my favorite number, she sang on the moon in cowboy boots, a wig full of spiral curls, and a blue-ruffled dress, buoyant with
and then it was I realized we all create our own Garden of Eden and so I have placed for you here the glasswort
translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson I stir the spoon in the cup and drink a liquid cloudless sky dilated time shows its scars a