Hyposubject

Yes, there were gardens in cities.

But we were lost in our course.

I thought I’d always known you. I thought my teeth to be cut from your teeth.

When the weather came, I heard the ground fall. I heard the net.

I opened my doors and wept.

It was the peak season. I was learning to cut fruit.

As new leaves grew, I was an invalid user.

I called to say your name outside a small window in the clouds.

Where I knew no one would hear me.