Author's Note
how he rucks from her bedsheets
the patterns to the corners
the almond morning diorama
in witch, lime
and hazel stitching,
from cortina between the lashes
to paper in each insole,
as she parades her pinafore.
she is quarter notes
as her feet lands.
it was not
what I knew to be true
that got me through
it was what
I was unwilling
to forget.