“The trees in wind, the streetlights on, the click and flash of cigarettes being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. It spins like a wheel inside you: green-yellow, green-blue, green beautiful green. It’s simple: it isn’t over, it’s just begun. It’s green. It’s still green.”

“The trees in wind, the streetlights on, the click and flash of cigarettes being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. It spins like a wheel inside you: green-yellow, green-blue, green beautiful green. It’s simple: it isn’t over, it’s just begun. It’s green. It’s still green.”

— Richard Siken