Ashley Anna McHugh

from __he Unquarried Blue of Those Depths Is All But Blinding,_ There are some things we just don__ talk about__ot even in the morning, when we__e waking,When your calloused fingers tentatively walkThe slope of my waist: How love__ a rust-worn boat,Abandoned at the dock__nd who could doubtWaves lick their teeth, eyeing its hull? We__e takingOur wreckage as a promise, so we don__ talk.We wet the tired oars, tide drawing us out.