I’ve Been Collecting This to Tell You

Traveling in Place

15 t R Av e l i n g i n P l A c e love, this is a holy place—watch your step. We take pictures and argue. We quiet down and feel what it’s like on our knees. someone inside me singing O, how I long to gather you into my arms, all long limbs and blank face, but you have gone so very far away yet so close i could pinch you. At midday we stumble as if it were twilight, the sun hungry. let it starve. We slam car doors and argue, soy fields pretending not to listen. The little voice is thin-skinned and naïve. The song is too high to sing, and the yellow lines of the road chase each other. little voice warbling away away away. ...