From Concrete To Vines To Mountains To Sea

"Summer is here. storms hang in corners; windows are nowperpetually open, as mosquitoes rest on my pillow waiting for me tosleep so that they can have their feast. i thought we'd left bednets behind in uganda, but this past week we found ourselveshanging them above and around our bed in rome, so that once againnight holds us in webs. construction is also in flower, and every corner and everywindow barrages the world around it with hammering and drilling,which pound and pierce into my every pore. my..."