Her husband was dressed in mostly khaki, the sweat-wicking kind invented for hot days like this. As if they were…
4.13
Excerpt from an Intervention Letter (and other poems)
Most evenings you dwell in that narrow space between ardor and anger, reciting Shakespeare and smashing all the dishes.
Crevices
I’m dressed in my long-sleeve wetsuit and have the orange buoy around my waist, the one the expert swimmers told me to buy, which drags behind me like a tail.