Delphi

How you strain to find the swiftness
to catch me.
How I struggle for the stillness
to be caught.

Artemis

This is a girl who could be mistaken for another girl and not as she is, a keeper of shadow and goblin-teeth.

Astrid v. Mildred

You should be there. Naturally? I should be there, too. Making something, some salad dressing in a bowl. Easy, but requiring attentiveness, ratios, science, purpose. The fork would scrape in the wooden bowl as I emulsify the oil. It’d be near suppertime, but before that scramble to get everything set on the table. You’d be reading, still, in another world but contented to have your body in this one, unbothered.