The dim prospects from this window make me ask
if should I hold you in the half-light—when morning
swaddles me in partial truth, when the difficulties
of high noon still mumble in their bed…
The dim prospects from this window make me ask
if should I hold you in the half-light—when morning
swaddles me in partial truth, when the difficulties
of high noon still mumble in their bed…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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