After we fucked on the classroom tableI felt a searing need to be alone:to make my own way out into the dark,walk the knotted miles of country lanes home. Snow was falling: slow shivers of waxfrom the high, guttering candles of the night.The coiling lanes slid smooth as skin, as faras childhood: snow seemed tied…
Tag: Winter
Projectile Sounds
That year, I learned about the Doppler effect in physics class. What makes the noise of a speeding car seem a pitch lower after it’s sped by you. It was fall. My pimples were mostly gone but I was still fainting. I had not yet learned how to take the new refrigerator for granted–the choice…