He never slept well when in bed with another human being, at some undefined and vulnerable hour of the morning he always woke and stared helplessly into the darkness for a few hours.
[the space between stars a ruminant]
Telling himself I am not scared I am not scared as if he were still a little boy, and scared.
[fall roses I’ve never grown them myself]
Her head rested on his shoulder so he couldn’t move without disturbing her, he couldn’t disturb her without admitting she was there.
[a branch breaks I confess to it]
So he was a captive audience when the giant eye floated by the window, like a cloud scudding across the moon, or the moon breaking free of a cloud, and he realized that the sound he had taken for a distant freight train was the footsteps of someone impossibly large.
[read into evidence all this rain]