Posted on July 9, 2022July 9, 2022 by Thomas Hagen Veilleuxfragile like an ending My body loves the truth of summerthe tethered axis of cold rainlike a clock perturbingthe heat. I’m quiet for oncethe heavy sheets flocking our window. A feathered light along my eyea suture once the wind comes in. I don’t look up.but still notice this horizon dipping out of practice“it forgot to take the light down with it.” the salt of eveningsbrushed from my hairand I don’t know yetwhat’s familiar in this place I hold my hand out to the rainHow skin when wet sticks to history. How I can be an open window. How I can breathe into new shapes. I’m left to wonder once the daysand life are spentonce it’s all nebula and dry grasshow the wreck of time might soothe these blisters. How all my friends might hold a love insidethat heals in molecular ways. It makes me want to say “look at this place.where the sun kisses youlike it kisses me right now.”so i say it.