Marriage as Hibernation
Our reaping hours are wintering behind us now.Neurons nowa thicket of blank gestures. Torpor now.Cold now dropping its deep auger.We lowour heads down. We conserve memories ofonce-clotted rivers to dampenour dreams. Reamsof wrecked light where once we were sharpened.Outside,wasps are loaded in their nests.This dormancy is open ended. This slog has worn us out. Time …