Considering all the ways you made me squeak: the chatoyancy of a marble paper weight, slice & slip to land beside a weeping candle — I was soft faced & dark handed. Remembering all the ways I could die: a long distant cat thorough through ripe grapes as shiny as pearls — we weren't talking about death but we were talking. Considering all the ways we love: float & flicker, a heavy grape bobs between us like an infant in our garden — a nuclear bomb could split our bed, but nothing could eat us gone like we do each other. — DOROTHY LANE
Dorothy Lane is a writer currently living in Australia. Her website is https://dorothylune.weebly.com/ and her substack is https://dorothylune.substack.com/.