We’re glad she seems generally healthy. But sometimes we grow weary with figuring out the diseases daily damaging her brain.

Would we call it sad, this survival scene
with two people
who once recklessly pledged their love
for each other?

All of our life he wrote me love notes. And now I’m writing them to him.

“The wind, the wind. That’s all you think about!” But when the air is still and the night is warm, as it was one evening last week—that’s a time to cherish.