“China puts her hand on my palm. Her fingernails are baby blue with miniature clouds airbrushed at the tips. She saved three weeks of allowance for that sky.”
“When she opened her eyes the sky was still there, with its monotonous and brilliant blue. Not a cloud passed across it.”
“Just leave her alone. You're annoying her.' 'I'm not annoying her. She doesn't even know how to be annoyed. She's, what, a week old?''She's three months.''She's three months in our years, but what is she in baby years?”
“No, baby, no," i whispered into her hair.She pushed her palms against my chest, then became a blur as she ran past. "I'm sorry.”
“I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for safekeeping, in case I lose it again.”
“Thunder, showers hit Blue Earth.Gape at her, bloody, broken parts,can you track her clouds -a clever farce of sky and sun”