the river,       her friend
                                       time,                          the
door that led        to                  space.                     The
book
                                                      of            windows
                                                 had to close
                                        in           what had gone wrong

      in
the world.

Some
folks                              argued that

                                                                                         peo-
ple weren’t
                                                                                    at fault,
               constantly

                                                                          shattering the
                               golden

                                                                             quiet,

    quivering          the ground.              

~ An erasure of Elizabeth Strout’s novel Tell Me Everything pgs. 7-8. The poem’s title is taken  from p. 1