can we? let’s try it now: show your work if you’re able, let me
look on quietly and learn the ammonitic turns you took, the ways
things splintered briefly, came back to themselves, back again to get
nourished by their closeness, back to long touches, laminating, back to
concentrate until they were dark as earth, describe the way things came to rest and from that rest came a garden.
Notes
After “Yes, Anastasia” by Tori Amos.