“This season always makes me think of peace, Or dream of it at least, as I ignore The signs of it receding from the world: The headlines' promise of another war, Or dream of it at least, as I ignore… — Rafael Campo Copy Share Image
“Morbidity and Mortality Rounds Forgive me, body before me, for this. Forgive me for my bumbling hands, unschooled in how to touch: I meant to understand what fever was, not love. Forgive me for my stare, but when I look at you, I see myself laid bare. Forgive me, body, for what seems like calculation when I take a breath… — Rafael Campo Copy Share
“This season always makes me think of peace, Or dream of it at least, as I ignore The signs of it receding from the… — Rafael Campo Copy Share Image
