The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 8

by Beth Brower

For I’ve grown accustomed, to the expectation of his company, the feeling of his unknowable, storied life undergirding mine, the masculine way of his, the sense of storm, how he moves undeterred through his work, how he looks up to find me, how something in his face relaxes when he does, how it is now habit for him to smile. The way his hand feels on the side of my neck

“All things that love the sun are out of doors.”