My second literary crush ever.
There are apologies I am too
Claire Donato
The night you leave, I write tourist across my stomach with regard
to everything I’ve ever done. Later, I read cities could conserve by
shutting off their lights. There are apologies I am too
close to understand. How I pass my days? Try to go to sleep. No
room can numb someone with blue across her back.
Or, replace everything that’s lost. You have to pass the time.
