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Tag Archives: Nikki Velletri
Each morning, the same memory down my throat. The full moon nothing more than a backlight for your tears, your penny loafers trembling on the railing, slick with ice. I was supposed to tell you about your mother kneeling in … Continue reading
So I’m waiting for a night to cover this night. So I’m waiting for absolution. Only nine fingers left to make use of, I hurtle each perfect failure at the horizon, form my lips out of impressions stuck beneath my … Continue reading
There we stood in the one moment offered to us that could have meant something. Chlorine and water vapor clinging to our skin, to the crawling wall. I said only what I meant. I became a better daughter, lover, river, … Continue reading
We retreated to separate continents with our grief. The energy of motion still lodged beneath our tongues, having found it to be a home as good as any. How long does it take to forget or replace? Before memory is … Continue reading
after Donna Tartt If there was ever a night to forgive clumsy feet and hands reaching for the unutterable, we had reached it. Before leaving, you had kissed your mother, even your father, both of whom would outlive you. This … Continue reading