The morning is piano music, cut fruit on a plate. Across the bay, the sun will be more persistent, glance off your upturned face while I try to slow the heart’s pattern to something more fragile, thin-winged.
Mark Wunderlich | excerpt from “The Imperial Life of Insects” | Voluntary Servitude

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