[…] the body is what we lean toward,tensing as it darts, dancing away.but it’s the voice that enters us. evensaying nothing. even saying nothingover and over absently to itself

from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember thanking him each timethe session was done. but mostly what i seeis...

everything/ that ever was still is, somewhere