The camera is trained on the door,… in the frame, only the dog sleepin… finally, I see this was to surpris… filming your arrival, the dog’s de… six years distant, can this seem s…

The forecast had not predicted it, and its beginning, a calming, rumb… and pleasant lightning, she welcom… of rain. Then as night came she he… relapse, slide backward into winte…

The word itself: prim, retired, it… her portrait above the fireplace,… the boredom she abhorred, then per… her hands held upward—their emptin… a revision, cigarette and brandy s…

It was not death we came to fear b… her other birth, waking remade fro… of that disease. One leg was withe… numb weight behind her, one should… a camel’s—and what did we know of…

Most of the things you made for me… chest, lapdesk, the armless rocker… away to friends who could use them… be reminded of the hours lost ther… not having been witness to those d…

How she must have dreaded us and o… than we hated practice, the lesson… her arthritic hands, the metronome… to us about the history of the pia… spinet and player had come across…

The girls sit before the assignmen… blocks of salt—and from tall, prec… look down into blank planes of pos… though, the only choice is to carv… smaller. So they begin. Rough chu…

It began with the first baby, the… disappearing threshold by threshol… milky above the floor only her hee… the ball of her foot perceived. Th… was the crying; it had a low ceili…

It was first dark when the plow tu… Unsown, it came fleshless, mud-rud… but itself, the tendon’s bored eye… a ponderous needle. And yet the po… of one end dared what was undone

This evening’s study the anatomy o… the greenhouse glows—jut of glass… of the science building—a small, t… thriving in its humid room. Wearin… lab aprons, they lean over the mis…

It was fifty cents a game beneath exhausted ceiling fans, the smoke’s old spiral. Hooded lig… burned distant, dull. I was tired,… insisted on one more, so I chalked

I sent you a list of what I wante… of strangers, or for the fire, the… have handled a dead woman’s posses… them, the clothes still fragrant,… of the body. Or perhaps your lover…

I think by now it is time for the… I imagine the field, the one above… house we rented, has lain in conva… long enough. The hawk has taken ba… above new grass, and the doe again…

We didn’t know what woke us—just s… moving, lighter than our breathing… bound by an icy ligature, our hous… was to the bat a hollow, warmer ca… that now it could not leave. I scr…