The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.

I don't know how the heart withstands it.

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.

I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky