5 May 2012
'Like summer in some countries and like rain in mine, for Nuns like God, for drunks like beer, like food for chefs, for invalids pain, you've occupied a large part of the year.
The during months to those before and since would make a ratio of ten to two, counting the ones spent trying to convince myself there was a beating heart in you- when diagrams were all you'd let me see. Hearts should be made of either blood or stone, or both, like mine. There's still December free- the month in which I'll save this year, alone.'
S.Hannah
The During Months • Opuss № I