“Remember Rio de Janeiro, the size of God’s hand, sardines fleshed-open at the market, the way I entered you and moved inside? Looking down, is this the kind of density you can live with? What is the slightness of our… — Stacie Cassarino Copy Share Image
“Dear god, it is years since I've prayed. I understand the birds are holy. I understand the body leads us to love, or this… — Stacie Cassarino Copy Share Image
“We should insist that letting go is one form of hope. Here, defiance in a stand of evergreens.” — Stacie Cassarino Copy Share Image
“Remember Rio de Janeiro, the size of God’s hand, sardines fleshed-open at the market, the way I entered you and moved inside? Looking down,… — Stacie Cassarino Copy Share Image
