apoetreflects:

Wind against window—let the words fight it out—
As I try to remember: What is it
That’s so late in coming?  What was it
I understood so well last night, so well it kissed me,
Sweetly, on the forehead?

—Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “The Panic of Birds” in And Her Soul Out Of Nothing (The University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

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