We meet after dark, your car beside mine in a gravel bed off of the river road. The stream is so quiet, far shallower than before when we came upon this place deep in the summer. I move into your front seat, the cassette deck is hissing. I hear the tin whine of old magnetic … Continue reading »
At the breakfast table I watch how you eat the orange; every detail from the twirl you give its body on the knife-edge, carefully undoing a slice; the nip you make in the skin, opening the circle and straightening it, readying it to be eaten; the drops of juice that bubble on your lips. At … Continue reading »
