The baby lies on her back in the at space provided by her father’s forearms stretched from his chest as...
It was snowing when I dialed, raining  when I hung up, chaos even for me  who mixes the chaff back...
When my foot falls asleep I recall that  the body won’t evince itself or mist  its limbs with feeling more...
small heart, why do you explode against yourself each dewy morning? I yearn to stroke each feather that folds backwards...