A real, even excellence throughout, and a real joy to read and read.

in the far north. Strands of hair so thin

Yeah. And what fun to say and say:

felt more
through the sound they carry than the caress

they finger over the soft skin on the inside
of the wrist. It is this kind of sleep
none can resist: why we disrobe, slide leg-first

into its current, blackness bearing more
than our bodies,

All those ss’s and st’s, and the just-right imagery.

Happy solstice!