valencia.

“in old notebooks i found scrawls of poems about her and was shocked to learn that she hadn’t been enough either, at least not while she was there. later the sky was full of her, a pagan force that energized the world around me, everything was her. but back when she was just a girl, i’d felt these sad stirrings and worked them into restless verse. i read them, stunned. i’d forgotten i’d written them, forgotten i’d felt that at all.”