We have no swimming pool, no view, no body of water to yearn across, no square feet for even a tiny party, no flutes in the Formica cabinet, no dish unchipped, no spoon unbent, no graying chair that will not give too much, nothing on the walls but dust, having nothing really present but our bed, spring, worn down, and weighted with what is one-on-one and mostly true, the two of us shabby and sleepy as we swim to the dock with built and share with all its splinters and ragged seams, lying in our own green light.
David Groff, from "We Have"










