Often what I want is impossible
Glory exists along a continuum.
Even the blue sky was generous
My head was in the middle / of something.
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