We were skipping
stones across a gilded lake...

For any man who
wishes to chase the sun...

it’s the sound of
tin under muffled...

I once excitedly
tossed a cantaloupe from the...

Melissa was wearing a tangerine dress
patterned with daisies, kicking her legs over...

You exist in every
photograph, on every wall...

I am looking for something
I don't know or remember existing...

Come morning,
there were golden hues...

Silence -
your bed's unmade...

a violin
a violin...

Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...

Look, our children
are playing in the snow...