Carrie Etter

Divining for Starters (28)

in temperate sorrow, because from there
he counted one shooting star, she three
the nature of desire in a "good" life
it was a peculiar kind of vantage
his body had become her idea of perfection
traipsing, that's the word
a friend's illness providing a kind of foil
becoming more mindful of the past, of imperfection
pensive, as if she could
no one left to apologise to, no one left to say