She’s dancing in a summer field giddy with love of Orpheus when a goddamn viper bites her bare ankle. Why not a bee or even, forchristsake, a nasty yellowjacket? She’s instantly dead.

even if they are made from full blown leaves and relentless sun. They make him feel less lonely. Is less lonely the same as less visible? Where have you gone? It's always on my tongue. It doesn't need words to speak up. It only needs to…