I try to remember it. I wish I knewit was the net of your hand as we walked,your head sighing in sleep at my shoulder,a night ending in your lips and limbs around me.Instead it was probably just your fingernailson my palms handing me the car keys,your shoulder brushing me asidein the kitchen, toward a... Continue Reading →

I was living under a tree, in a mosaicof sunlight and shadow. I was fine.I had a warm pelt of moss. I hadthe skitter of insects. I had the rain.When you came, you brought a blanket,a sandwich, a book. I learned your shape,your warmth; you learned mine back,the right way I could hold you, the... Continue Reading →