May the poems be the little snail’s trail.

Everywhere I go,

every inch: quiet record

of the foot’s silver prayer.

I lived once.

Thank you

It was here

Aracelis Girmay

Walking home,

for a moment

you almost believe you could start again.

And an intense love rushes to your heart, 

and hope. 

It's unendurable, 

unendurable

Franz Wright

I entered this world not wanting to come

I'll leave it not wanting to go.

All this while,

when it seemed there were two doors,

there was only one—

this passing through

Tessa Gallagher