“I’m afraid that I can’t,” he says.
He looks at his reflection in the window while I am talking. Snow falls inside of
Distracted by the spectacle of ice in the air, he pretends to be conducting a dance of
I want to say I know.
I want to say you can.
I look at my tie. The crimson and swirls of other names for red
break the chest of my sky
blue shirt. I thought—I knew what that meant.