The Second Year

The jasmine is blooming. That, too, is a sweetness.

Reading The Blue Clerk, 165

You enter a space that threatens gender.

Reading The Blue Clerk, 164

I have been harvesting small moments.

Reading The Blue Clerk, 163

What do aphids say about sap?

Reading The Blue Clerk, 162

The care with which memories were curated.

Reading The Blue Clerk, 161

But I am complex. Look: I have a diagnosis.

Reading The Blue Clerk, 160

You had a favorite color. You could name it.

Reading The Blue Clerk, 159

These are not all the same me.

Reading The Blue Clerk, 158

a tune was trying to find its way around chords that would not vibrate

Reading The Blue Clerk, 157

Your voice wrapped the words in a care the words did not have.