The Inimitable Tiff


  1. W. W. Norton: The Welcoming

    wwnorton:

    Distance was the house from which I welcomed you.
    Time, time was the house, and to welcome you
    I strung garlands of eggshells and rubies.

    Thirsty I welcomed you, you the salt
    sucked from the tips of braids
    after running from the ocean of someone else’s childhood.

    I turned the skeleton key. I…