even the birds go hungry."
He was talking of the wind.
For days it had not let up.
The harbor was a litter of boats
She was looking for symmetry,
something to explain the ache
of weather she felt in her joints
as she listened for bird songs
or the sounds of vegetables
She was thinking about the clarity
of the skin on an eggplant and
looking out the window at something
he could not see when he put his hand
on her shoulder and said,
"It'll stop just as suddenly as it blew in.”
She wanted to say, "fuck you"
but he would have misunderstood
and having thought it, having recognized
her voice the moment she heard it in her ears
she did not need to say it
and she opened the front door instead
and flew boldly into the wind.