Spring Equinox

Room Magazine - - SPENCE | CASEY PLETT: ON CREATING COMMUNITY IN MEA - SA­MAN­THA STERNBERG

A cabin rented by the night up against Pe­tite Rivière high with the ful­crum of change, thaw. I start a fire. She un­packs the gro­ceries. Enough food for a week.

Two nights, two days, catered to our senses. The river is loud. We meet it, re­lease our­selves into this in-be­tween time.

How do our bod­ies de­fine love in this spa­cious­ness? Sap col­lected from the maples. Crisp air as I hoist the axe to make kin­dling. The axe so large the re­sis­tance is in my body lift­ing it, not the wood split­ting.

When did you get back to­gether?

As though we changed our clothes one last time; as though we crossed a fin­ish line and blocked the cam­eras.

I have spent so much time in the city the river’s steady rush sounds like forced air heat­ing.

We sit in the bath un­til our skin swells, reach­ing to­ward wide open.

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