The little body, washed;
cleaned; swaddled;
transferred
from broken hand
to broken hand
to crib—
Shane Neilson | THE WEEPING TENSE
THE WEEPING TENSE — for the listeners There’s too little light in this room, I have something to tell you— Lean closer, I’ll write more quickly, I promise, I love you— don’t cry— over the kitchen counter today, clearing scraps, I started ………………………………………… weeping— Out the sliding door, I could see the unkempt grass bullied […]