We found ourselves without our grandfather. We found ourselves faced with stacks of naked women and reels of naked women. We found ourselves
When you hold a slice
of freshly cut red melon
to my lips, I drink
Sometimes I enter the small chambers of the God of Forgetting and take my place at his feet and kneel and bow my head.
From here I can see the children running across the long field
for no other reason than they are fast.
Apples belong to the genus Malus. I stand with my hips pressing into the sink’s marble,rinsing and twisting these sandy, gunmetal stems out of the fat fruit
