You stumble through an open door,losing your keys to a carpet that keeps moving as you struggle to untie your shoes,calling out my name to an empty room,hunting through the house like a drunken blood hound. I’m at home in my pillows and perfume,sewing stories together as the sun rises,you collapse against the bed with…

Last night there was a fire in the neighbourhood,and you called as soon as you noticed,your voice, betraying how much you care, despite desperate attempts to divert my eyes from how your own stare with such softness these days. I am the erstwhile, ethereal glow of the Earth,the glitter of her tearful tantrum.You told me…