change is not a swift thing, but a stagnant or slow-moving pond, accompanied by the cracking of dry sticks or bones.
there are setbacks. the child emerges without a face, without a gender, without a right foot.
there are remedies for these, and repercussions for those.
i have not yet begun to wait.
(2005)
please, don't fight. just listen. you owe it to me. when i breathe, i deflate. without you here, i don't know when to sleep, or wake up. i do little of either. but don't follow me. don't look back, an
tell me about the cold, i say. you cannot fathom the sounds; or the vast, blue distances that compose her working memory. she speaks to me in sea water, in blue solitude and salinity. she speaks only