Translated by Marilyn McCabe I will lean so hard into life, grab so rough and tight that before the soft day ravishes me I’ll
When it first appears, you barely notice. You can’t see how it drifts into the room, settles around you, quiet and watchful. You must
My niece is as old as my grief. She crawls toward an electrical outlet in one video and open arms in another. I keep
All night she cries out for me. Icebergs rasp her ship’s wooden flanks. Her arms, benumbed, can no longer brace a caving fissure. When