Photo courtesy of Colette LaBouff.
The rain was righteous and godless,
and when together, in a room during such rain,
our concerns took on the disposition
of a purse full of shattered glass.
How is a person supposed to live regularly
in the world with the particulars of a lover’s
bare body making for years a tide the mind?
Time, when the two of us were near, disassembled,
and the light that found our flesh was a sentence said
by a voice seeming vaster for being anonymous.