Friday, April 20, 2012


I went back to my hometown
and saw a girl who I’d been
told had drowned in the
ocean many years ago. Her
pleasant eyes were climates
crossed soft, and meaningless.

I told her that there were still
heights and that the carrier
wave weakens with what it
carries but she just lulled and
said every human is bound to
die but we can’t leave things
that engage our bodies.”

Katy Chrisler
Tin House volume 13, number 3, 2012