Four Poems by Heather Christle on The Awl: →
Trying to Return the Sun
I don’t need anything but you and some
light the world goes on getting
inferred it is so stubborn and will not
erase things I think I should rub out my
eyes you will recognize me still won’t
you I am much older now older than
I’ll ever be all these eyes in my head
and the light what distinguishes my face
from a tree is the total lack of
commentary as in that tree loves you
honestly loves you I’m the noisy one
who has to say it
