Step back: the pattern in the tapestry
won’t tell itself till more of it is made.
Although it’s eighty-seven in the shade,
we have to work this hard making the hist-
ory we need till, trusting it, we’re free
to kiss each other better than when we
imagined kissing when we hadn’t kissed.
Marilyn Hacker in Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons
Song: “The Art of Kissing” by The Long Lost
