We watched a movie about an orchestral conductor, a powerful woman who groomed young musicians. I didn’t understand the ending. Driving to the beach, it began to rain.
Tired of silence, tired of rock, tired of orchestration, let me tune us in this evening to FM 91.1, The Point: “All y’all’s favorite home for the candid sounds of people sleeping.”
your hand swells my neck, pretty, you say i am, no matter how decimal-small. my eyelash flutters across your shoulder. gravity. you land on my chest skin—