The space between skin grows wider, all I can do is cling to the absence.
things that bruise: plums; flesh; letters read too often; the
bulbs of flowers; [his name here]
things that fly: gazelles; airplanes, departing; spinnerets;
sycamore leaves, falling; [his name here], away
things that ripen to die: plums; flesh, girl flesh; love affairs
the unborn child (in dreams); [his name here]