Jun 22
—I hate being out of your time zone. It hurts like being matter when light got called away, at first,
and the clock inside the warbler’s breast started up, the yellow shirt you wore when we first kissed got its heartbeat pressed so far in the cloth
the night came out the back; first we were darkness, then we were galaxies, traveling too fast too far for me to call
throughout all that space goodbye my twin my half of the light, goodbye my little bit famous—
— Brenda Hillman, "Time Zone," Loose Sugar
