Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouth-
ful of dirt, this poetry.

“Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin …”

“The past no longer belongs only to those who once lived it; the past belongs to…”

“But it seems she’d wanted children after all, because when she was told she’d b…”

“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our thr…”