APOSTLE TOWN

After your death.

It was windy everyday.

Every day.

Opposed us like awall.

We went.

Shouting sidewaysat one another.

Along the road.

It was useless.

The spaces betweenus.

Got hard.

They are emptyspaces.

And yet they aresolid.

And black andgrievous.

As gaps betweenthe teeth.

Of an old woman.

You knew yearsago.

When she was.

Beautiful thenerves pouring around in her like palace fire.