Deep in your eyes I glimpse silence waiting to receive me again. Whatever lies frozen in the ice, a mitten or a Buick, suspended as though floating upside down in the sky. The fiddle music was over, so the priest went home and saw the ghost of his father sitting on the bed. Late in the season when the ice gets soft, some drunk tries to cross at night and disappears. Most people worry about saying the wrong thing, think too long about the darkness beneath their feet.
Wheels lock automatically when passenger doors are open.
She gave her daughter the red sweater and a key to the safety deposit box down at the bank. When the lights came on, our apartment had been reborn as a red hibiscus. In those days everything went into my journals, each ordinary discovery about love and children. Weighing the hour in my chapped hands, I borrowed the lanolin you bought for your breasts. Laboring with love for love, the wedding ring on the spice shelves while I do the dishes.