they wouldn’t sign you out

The wind made promises I believed

the Special was a bead of panic

The measure of my anguish would also be the measure of my joy

Our minds wane with these ancient names

I chased my children in a game of tag

A smile crept like keratin over the rupture

Last night, you lit a candle

I never understood how fish could fix a heart

When the jar filled up, he would buy us a cake