HALIBUT

You railed against things. “Useless, useless.”  You did your own burning while I was away. You announced you’d got rid of decades, all the paperwork I’d once hoped to see. I said nothing. what was there to say. Your opinion never asked for mine. When I say that in Times New Roman, it seems more final than it is. More confident than I am. When I say it in Cochin I just look unsure. Helvetica is just wrong. So I go for a another walk instead.     following the crow     our shadows inside     the forest’s

raises her fingers to his forehead as if soothing away a bruise leaves them there a surprise of skin Claudia Coutu Radmore