It s time to count backwards. So you gave your silver to my sister and me. It was heavy and black in spots. Don t do that silver dip, girls. You'll ruin the edges of natural age.
Silver is meant to show ways it's stood through heaving dust.
We cried as we touched the tarnish of things we could not change. We never spoke of death or funerals. Those dampers stayed shut no matter how high raw fire grew. When I came straight to your house from teaching a class, I felt my pulse intensify. My energy and love of words shook like salt into your womb.