Woman, man, porch

There we were, / a man and a woman sitting in cushioned lounge chairs, / as if the world would always be an endless pair of separated things.

“The Road to Emmaus,” Spencer Reece, in Best American Poetry 2012.

Don’t worry, there is no journey, no one is going away, there is nothing to fear but your own true love, disguised as an Albanian.

Francine Prose, “Hansel and Gretel,” from the fairy tale anthology My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Meedited by Kate Bernheimer.