Befriending a couple is like arriving in a European town where the language[1] is unfamiliar to you. Schoolgirls sing near the synagogue of apricots,
I thought I’d be afraid of living in a small house in the middle of a forest. Thought I’d be afraid of copperheads
A hummingbird’s heart beats 1,260 times a minute, wings up to 80 times a second while hovering most of the day before, at dusk,
Nobody told us we would grow old inside small houses; our rectangle gardens hitched to the backs of our garages, with three weak tomatoes