Outside the train, backyards. Bare clotheslines strung
\nonly with clothespins. I wonder if it is going to rain.<\/p>\n
Outside the train, a rabbit-skin, oddly clean.<\/p>\n
Night spreads sweeter than anise in the city
\nwhere we are going, where a man sits with three shots
\nof absinthe, the sharp green of copper, after.
\nAnd we remember that there were three shots\u2014
\nbecause why so many for one man and in a row.<\/p>\n
Outside the train, children wearing gloves.<\/p>\n
Outside the train, blank townscapes where once
\nthey lined men against a wall. There reaches a point
\nwhen counting becomes a waste of time.<\/p>\n
Night spreads sweeter than anise in the city
\nwhere we are going, in its parks by the river
\nwhere it is dark, deep dark, as space is dark,
\nunder a moon that is light, is barely light,
\nas God is light. And God is a smocked collar
\nover our literal heart, is our sadness
\nin spilled things\u2014glasses of water; memorials.<\/p>\n
I tell you what happened is not unique, Night spreads sweeter than anise in the city We say alright. We say thy will. Outside the train, backyards. Bare clotheslines strung only with clothespins. I wonder if it is going to rain. Outside the train, a rabbit-skin, oddly clean. Night spreads sweeter than anise in the city where we are going, where a man sits with three shots of absinthe, the sharp green of copper, after. And we remember […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":647,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[56],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-3Jq","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14348"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/647"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14348"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14348\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14349,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14348\/revisions\/14349"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14348"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14348"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14348"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbut it is particular. And I like particular.
\nI like careful. I like every word thought through,
\nlike when \u017di\u017eek shakes his hands in the video, says
\nit was some maybe probably genocide.<\/em>
\nCareful maybe<\/em>. Careful probably<\/em>. Careful genocide<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nwhere we have arrived, and over a table
\nthat is a little too narrow, we agree
\nto give up. Which is intimacy, maybe.
\nAnd intimacy is also houseplants,
\nthe manner in which curtains touch sills.<\/p>\n
\nAnd all of this, quiet. And all of this, running out of air
\nlike pool floats, like pale blue. Like us, if we cut
\neven the smallest holes in certain parts of our bodies.<\/p>\nAlisha Dietzman<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"