There is a humming time. Morning slips through the slats of the blinds, stretches sleep from grey heat across his face. Breathing in, breathing out …
Things You Didn’t Realize by Kathryn Merwin
I. There was no one to kiss your mouthful of yeses, so you drank too much rum and slept in the tub. II. …
The Lightness by Kathryn Merwin
The fields were green and brown, speckled with horses and bales of hay. We drove with the windows down — cigarettes for fingers, black ash …