Outside: Winter Solstice
I bathe you with my robe open. The heat rises from the floor and moves our hair.  Your skin is nearly transparent in water. It’s morning, you close your eyes, we’ve missed a thousand other details
—Valerie Martínez, from Absence, Luminescent (Four Way Books, 1999)

Jan 23 -

Outside: Winter Solstice

I bathe you with my robe open.
The heat rises from the floor
and moves our hair.  Your skin
is nearly transparent in water.
It’s morning, you close your eyes,
we’ve missed a thousand other details

—Valerie Martínez, from Absence, Luminescent (Four Way Books, 1999)