Continental drift widens oceans. In your absence,
I stopped remembering to miss you.
Meanwhile, the orchid was making buds.
I wake in the night to a tekiah of thunder.
“Who by earthquake and who by hurricane?”
“Who by fire and who by water?”
God put Abraham to the test. God said, “Take your son, your favored one, Isaac, whom you love and go the land of Moriah and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the heights that I will point out to you.
Boston had won the series. She was sick of the deceit.
I’m leaving you, she told him after they made love.
Okay, he said, not nearly as upset as she’d dreaded or hoped.