POrtland ORegon

“I’ve been numb for over a month now
and the winter sneaked in
with fast-moving clouds
that colored the ocean
that emerald-tinted, travel poster green
(more like a swimming pool, really),
but I was talking about the numbness—
how it fashioned my days and held my hand,
as the sunsets grew increasingly, predictably
spectacular.”

— Dorothea Grossman