me sigues con amorsaid you’re going to Lisbonthe heart-shaped candy on my tonguelate weekends in a summer hazeby the pine trees, all the times wetook several transfers on the G line in a dream i know we never meant to fall outimminent you seem to beyou’ll hang the hearts black & dull...

as i sat readingarticles and websites alldedicated to addressing crisesof climate, communityand conscience in their countless expressions, i heard an unaccustomed sound, as if someone were typing, fingerby finger, on the porch roof. my heart leapt as i realized it...

I don’t have long to writeso let me tell you that today’s smogis so thick that I’ve sat insidewith a headache, wearing a face-masknext to an air purifier, that the recorded figuresare double the hazardous limit, that these measurementsare probably a generous estimate, that I’m sittingwithin my...