We are always talking about being together, and yet whatever we invent destroys the family, and makes us wild, touchless beasts fe...eding on technicolor prairies and rivers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So summer comes in the end to these few stains And the rust and rot of the door through which she went.... The house is empty. But here is where she sat To comb her dewy hair, a touchless light, Perplexed by its darker iridescences.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »