You loved how I growled because I kept them away from us. Until I crumbled alone. Until I bit. Until you bled. Losing you taught me the fragility of trust.
I asked him how he perceived the beauty of creation from his place of darkness. With few words, he showed me that light can exist as much within as without.
Now is a moment richly endowed with the sum total of all of the nows entangled in the quantum expanse that is an infinity of now in all space and time.
It is so dark inside my head. I can’t see. I pretend, I speak, I look, I live, wrestling those words. One foot on their throat, but begging for their mercy.
The last communist I knew was my professor, an Italian from Calabria, who invited us
over for chess. He gulped wine and crawled around his kitchen floor.