Glory exists along a continuum.
Even the blue sky was generous
Whatever an infinitesimal dog tells you about memory / begins with couture.
maybe this is a kind of stealing, too—
The building between the buildings. A child, / Graveyards.
a hollow, a cavity: a hiding place
In a dark home an instant more by choice, / the body.
This is what we lose when we think / about losing.
having learned what it means / to be apart
life / remains / in the shape / of prayer