Cielo, Much Later
Whenever I think of CieloI hear what I couldn’t sayand all the words crashinginto the backs of my teeth,their wet stoicism of whiteclamshells on the seafloor as if they’d been welded shutto defend a pearl there. Fromfar away, I looked joylesslyinto her heart, or I tried, tosee behind her shell what I hoped to be glistening insidethat I couldn’t bring… Read more →