11th May 2012
Link reblogged from W. W. Norton & Company with 31 notes
What to do: First you put your hand on her arm
on a weekday morning, coming out of the subway.
Nothing flies up from the street that shouldn’t—
not newspapers, not trash. The island’s becalmed,
dazzling: mica is caught in the sidewalk,
it’s ten o’clock, too early in the year for shade.