I am grateful, especially to the ones whose names I don’t know and can never learn. Nameless, faceless, I thank you. You cut the
I am grateful, especially to the ones whose names I don’t know and can never learn. Nameless, faceless, I thank you. You cut the
After dark, crossing the Mississippi into Iowa in a black car, your palm opened up to me from the passenger seat and I was
and nuzzled my left hand. I will have been ready for her leaving, for the decade of it, of keeping my hands beyond her
