On Election Night, I Reach for My Partner’s Hand
in bed. Try to sleepby concentrating
on the pulsethat shudders
through the thick, bluerivers along his arms. I...
Darkling
So little cause for carolings . . .
—Thomas Hardy
Fervorless as every spirit
huddled before a screen, I sat.
Unaware, I idly hoped
when I should have been...
