"...Or it was just a flagstone wall

with a flaw in the stone, an understandinG cavity

for burning young men with smooth dreams—

the true circumstance is gone, the true

circumstances about us all then

are gone. But when I kissed her, all water,

she would close her eyes, and they into somewhere

would disappear. Whether she was there

or not, I remember her, clearly, and she moves

around the room, sometimes, until I sleep..." 

-excerpt from "Seniors," by Albert Ríos