What would you call this,
after the sky has huddled
around a half-sun on the horizon?
Aurora,maybe? The one that silvers
wet sand like the inside
of a shell, as the ocean
scoops out uncolored spaces
at dawn's low tide? Or madrugada?
If the dawn is ve [...]
The year Chris and Matt died on the tracks
I cut my hair short and grew it long again,
Mandi stopped talking to me three times,
the Challenger blew up. The only year of my life
when I brushed blue powder over my eyelids
and underlined my eyes in [...]