Conversation June 19, 2014 7:40:53 PM – 7:42:11 PM

The sand fretted my thoughts, made them round and soft until they disappeared. But my language was not hostile. It was before the diamonds, even before the movement of my fingers through shadows, through hair, through town plan after town plan. Was the fresh foliage really on fire? The sentence that fell from your mouth just now. Take this morning, for instance: I sat alone in the sun.

It doesn’t matter.