Sunday, November 3, 2013

from the visitor, by carolyn forche

"The wind along the prison, cautious
as Francisco’s hands on the inside, touching
the walls as he walks, it is his wife’s breath
slipping into his cell each night while he
imagines his hand to be hers..."


from The Visitor by Carolyn Forche

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