Excerpt from “The Nights Also”

The nights also

Not only the lake like this, not only the low sun cutting the mist, and those three smooth ripples each side of the silent bow
but the nights also

Not only the microphone, the acceptance letter, the applause, the wide place past the treeline where we finally understand why we’ve come all this way

Not only the life we claim on our tax returns, not only the breakroom gossip, the lost umbrellas, the small triumphs of public transit

Not only the dreams we fortress with sandbags of will

Not only the ways we touch each other in public

Not only what we hang on the wall, what we polish for the in-laws, what we sort, schedule, tabulate, catalogue, and account for

Not only what we understand


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