“do you see the wild fennel bulbs I gathered for you
olallieberries, new-mown grass, the tender fruits of the coastal fig?
I put them on paper, too, so fragile. for nothing is ever going to last”

-D.A. Powell, “Corydon & Alexis”

I do not feel so strong today
the thought of any action a lurch inside me
even desires and needs-musts feel like
a roil in my blood