What am I to you now that you are… longer what you used to be to me? Who are we to each other now that there is no us, now that what we o… were is divided into me and you

This morning in Dingle, the cloud… bellied down over the mountains and broke into grey, white, and bl… Winds flagged through the palm tre… that the man from the “Big House”

Body is something you need in orde… on this planet and you only get on… And no matter which one you get, i… be satisfactory. It will not be be… enough, it will not be fast enough…

Assuming a virtue if I had it not, I assumed that virtue would find me, which it did, and found me lacking… and lacking it, I had to assume

It starts with a blank sheet, an undanced floor, air where no sound erases the silence.

I come across your old letters, the words still clinging to the pa… holding onto their places patientl… with no intention of abandoning the white spaces. They say

This morning’s minion was white-sh… sat on the stone wall, not caught… Slow and heavy, awkward on his thi… legs, he hopped sideways down the… There would be no bright buckling…

My mind is shuffling its deck toni… slipping one card over another, letting them all fall together at… the random hand of memory is dealing from the bottom of the…

I like it when they get together and talk in voices that sound like apple trees and grape vines, and some of them wear hats and go to Arizona in the winter,

I will have been walking away: no matter what direction I intende… at that moment, I will have been w… Away into the direction that you n… I have always intended, no matter…

My father’s farm is an apple bloss… He keeps his hills in dandelion ca… and weaves a lane of lilacs betwee… and the jack-in-the-pulpits. His sleek cows ripple in the pastu…

It was homemade and primitive, like pulling a tooth with a string and a slamming door, like taking o… an appendix by kerosene light where dogs wandered in and out

I began to forget him as I wrote,… every word he said with a long wav… ink that drowned the sound of his… and washed away all traces of his hands.

It is mid-October. The trees are… their autumnal glory (red, yellow-… orange) outside the classroom wher… take the mid-term, sniffling softl… identifying lines from Blake or K…

When I stepped ashore in this bod… I was recognized at once and given a name. My bones were smaller, but the sha… of the cheek and the chin