A margin note for someone else
The afternoon does not remember the way I do. I keep the sentence I meant to say, and the reason I did not say it. The afternoon keeps the light on the table, the cup left where a hand set it down, and the chair still pulled a little away from its place. By evening […]
What the afternoon remembers
The afternoon does not remember the way I do. I keep the sentence I meant to say, and the reason I did not say it. The afternoon keeps the light on the table, the cup left where a hand set it down, and the chair still pulled a little away from its place. By evening […]
Rooms we still walk through
The afternoon does not remember the way I do. I keep the sentence I meant to say, and the reason I did not say it. The afternoon keeps the light on the table, the cup left where a hand set it down, and the chair still pulled a little away from its place. By evening […]
The quiet after the last page
The afternoon does not remember the way I do. I keep the sentence I meant to say, and the reason I did not say it. The afternoon keeps the light on the table, the cup left where a hand set it down, and the chair still pulled a little away from its place. By evening […]
