Tell me our story: are we impetuous,
are we kind to each other, do we surrender
to what the mind cannot think past?
Where is the evidence I will learn
to be good at loving?
S. Cassarino, from “Summer Solstice” Zero at the Bone (New Issues Press, 2009)
There are violet hills,
there is the covenant of duskbirds.
The moon comes over the mountain
like a big peach, and I want to tell you
what I couldn’t say the night we rushed
North, how I love the seriousness of your fingers
and the way you go into yourself,
calling my half-name like a secret.
S. Cassarino, from “Summer Solstice,” Zero at the Bone (New Issues Press, 2009)