Wednesday, March 6
APOSTROPHE IN STORM You make light of me. You do what Scriabin did to the sea. You make merry in order to score what you adore. The savior said of his mortal enemy---Behold, I see Satan falling from heaven like lightning. Lucifer was the first winged thing to fall. You make light to ignore the thunder's roar. You overlook how he was light before. Each You makes it harder to die without hurting someone. (Alina Stefanescu)