I would have loved you after any death. Your face became victim to turbulence, a violence so tangible that everyone wept in their way of

First came marriage, and then the funeral. My father was declared dead on scene, or at the exact moment an eight-wheeler disintegrated three thousand pounds

If I didn’t run from home and fall onto a university’s doorstep no knuckles to scar my jaw or steel toe in my sternum- I

we kissed in stairwells we kissed behind bleachers we kissed in the backrooms of house parties we kissed where no one could see or were