. are you feeling this night and me in it breathing its rain air as you dream, wide-awake of vacating your boyhood home . to trespass as man my body . which sleeps, even now quiescent, tranquilly coiled in wind’s savage embrace? .
She doesn’t even make it down the first step before he stops her. “Wait!” he says. “You’re going to answer the door like that?” She stops and lowers her eyes — from the white straps tied off loosely on her shoulders to her bare, polished toes. “Because I have no shoes?” she asks, confused. He […]