The Moya View

Tag: the forgetting

  • The Forgetting

    The Forgetting

    a black cowl is over her deliberately shuttered in an unlit windowless room so when I open my eyes she is invisible, a lemon whiff peeling away, a piano c note on a whole beat struck three times, to tingle skin, ping the tuning ear, enough to know-now-ow-w the first great rain of her, the…