Sublime

custodians

gyre

One can’t ask to be left alone, she thought, or not to be touched, even once in a great while, without creating a scene—without changing everything.

benevolent

Each one volunteers to be eaten, so others might be spread far afield.

In these readings, a sense that the text has appeared to be

interring,

She was at an age when the future adult rattles the child’s bones like the bars of a cage.

But now, time allows me pure silent joy.