When the house of flesh disappears in an earthquake of its own making, this house of wood and glass will stay fixed in its
In the dark city’s gleaming freezers of office buildings, shut computers cool in rows like ice cubes. Women working late suddenly pass by empty
Some women would remember the rain pelting the cobblestones of a French city without consequences, like the skitter of fingernails across a lover’s back
At first it attracts by what it reveals but leaves us thinking mostly of what is concealed, turns us over to imagination like prison