On another rainy day:
for liu yu

//yuan changming

Recall, under my big umbrella/How you once awaited in a drizzle/With me in a broken basket on your back

probably forever

//becky prosser

and if once/one night just/stretched/like a rotating blade/through itself




//michele oberholtzer

There was a time when people did not speak. The entire human vocabulary consisted of a single noise. It was an even hum, a length of m's strung together, monosyllabic and vowel-free.


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