by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
Adaptation now that you have come and gone, the gospel of your days remains, no longer lightning, thunder in my sky but simple now, soft, the sound of autumn in the trees, fog against the brittle edge of leaf ___________________________________________________ Ambient Brian Eno’s “1/2” notes that talk to planets passing…