I don’t need anything but you and some light the world goes on getting inferred it is so stubborn and will not erase things I think I should rub out my eyes you will recognize me still won’t you I am much older now older than I’ll ever be all these eyes in my head and the light what distinguishes my face from a tree is the total lack of commentary as in that tree loves you honestly loves you I’m the noisy one who has to say it
Heather Christle, Trying To Return To The Sun














