Close your eyes. A lover is standing too closeto focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward mewith your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretendingto sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imaginemy legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my bootsin the slatted light. I’m thinking My
plant, his chair,the ashtray that we bought together. I’m thinking This is wherewe live. When we were little we made houses out ofcardboard boxes. We can do anything. It’s not becauseour...
