Kathleen Goldblatt

"I traced the sunken letters of her name"

Blue and white fresco swirls above the door like strips of icing that would never melt

"Spread a blanket next to strangers, feast on briny clams."

"but you’d leave out the years I was Job, arguing with the Big Guy"

"Before an architect put pen to paper, set a ruler, he wanted to solder a city."