Leaning into the Afternoons


(Birmingham, 2006)

I miss the curves
Of the slender girl
Who lied to me
With boundless joy, it seemed
Who spun some future
From gossamer thread and broken glass
A fragile thing
The shape of which came naturally
(To her, …

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You’ve been whispering to yourself now for so many nights, and I have been mending the windows in the third story attic in my mind. I have no idea what you’ve been writing, that’s certain, but I hope it’s vital …

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