Wherever you go, find the color and follow her to an origin. The spherical tapestry of nanostructures blueberries hold like an unstoppable, quantum secret.
No wonder I like fish. Not the food as in pescado, but the life that swims like a question mark in the body with
Surf’s edge, the shallow trough I dig for her to lie in, mound high with wet, heavy sand. Több, she says, több, for me
We split the salt air between the beach and boards cracking beneath our weight, Miles, in the orange seat fastened to the front of