• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05


With this ring, I circle your finger,
look it is as round and the moon
and bright as my eye.
Within this ring, I will contain us,
hold against the noise and chatter
that could undo us at the seams.
Beneath this ring, the skin grows pale,
as a particle dancing in a comet’s tail,
pulling us together; our years in orbit.