— PLATE LXXXI —
deft confidence, making me stronger than I appeared, curling your eyes and staining your face with the
— PLATE LXXXII —
wrinkle of some unearned pride. Having conquered the work of planting your feet in soil bred and
— PLATE LXXXIII —
churned. This unyielding excess meant a Winter to reconsider since that inertia of unfounded outburst
— PLATE LXXXIV —
coming in too early and too wild tricked us into pitiful harvest, and to be set aside quietly since it had
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— PLATE LXXXV —
fallen into our grimy mits. Starving rumbles stayed at bay while we stared into each other. You basking
— PLATE LXXXV —
fallen into our grimy mits. Starving rumbles stayed at bay while we stared into each other. You basking
— PLATE LXXXVI —
in my curdled fascination. An exchange of silence not for the ears. The foul look you could afford bore
— PLATE LXXXVII —
wonders from lowly sights. Burnished joints and aching loins that carry me only so far. Graveled pace
— PLATE LXXXVIII —
I allow this. I take pleasure in it. The Fall signaled not the end of Summer, but the promise of another. It
— PLATE LXXXIX —
meant more, not theft and not consequence might convince us otherwise. It meant always more. Blame
— PLATE XC —
could stay put for now. I could allow it to for a bit more. Nauseous belonged to me, you had earned
— PLATE XCI —
your bile already. I could fray your sensations to dismiss the sickness as another instance of unkept order,
— PLATE XCII —
a responsibility I had again not fulfilled. And from there spin out a recess in your heart that sprouted a
— PLATE XCIII —
growth elsewhere, never mind the place. You never did. You greeted every mistake with open arms,
— PLATE XCIV —
finding them perhaps a little too often, enjoying what they meant and so allowing them it seemed, when
— PLATE XCV —
even they grew tired of their outcome. That they tracked a still line along the body, one so easily braised,
