box for Stéphanie
I’m writing you from your terre I’ve never seen. La place before une cathédrale we’ll enter to light candles, these we’re holding out here in the dark beneath a video-bright starry night, the only clear spot. Not true, la place too has space, plenty, in spite of the crowd, none with us except your daughter there playing across the stones with children she’s gathered on the strength of her three-tongued voice.… Read the rest