🏷 Held

I walked through the door and on the other side was no room. There was a lush shape — flushed,…

Somewhere in the world she is opening toward me the same way I am opening toward her. We don't know…

(Say it, or hear it — it is true both ways.) An unrelatable unplacedness, an unrelatable wonder, a rage that…

One night — and two pairs of eyes looking at each other across it. Mine first, then yours — and…