kelli russell agodon

“We are all trying to change what we fear into something beautiful.”

“We are all trying to change what we fear into something beautiful.”

“Night thinks it’s crying again and I keep listening to a song about autumn where an apple tastes like longing and every leaf in the maple tree tries to explain loss through a series of colors—hectic orange, indifferent red, a kind of gold that speaks directly to god or moonbeams and in the dark as I drive down wet roadways watching for deer, the only thing I can see clearly are the yellow leaves christening my windshield and I think how we are taught not to love too many, too much, the night, the darkness, and I think I am crying but it is only rain.”

Night thinks it's crying again and I keep listening to a song about autumn where an apple tastes like longing and every leaf in the maple tree tries to explain loss through a series of colors—hectic orange, indifferent red, a kind of gold that speaks directly to god or moonbeams and in the dark as I drive down wet roadways watching for deer, the only thing I can see clearly are the yellow leaves christening my windshield and I think how we are taught not to love too many, too much, the night, the darkness, and I think I am crying but it is only rain.

Like angels incorrectly measured for wings, our shoulders ache.