Bottom, Falling – Robert Okaji Bottom, Falling Through that window you see another birdrising, unlabeled, unwanted, yet noticed.A limb’s last leaf. The boy’s breath.Like the morning after your father died,when temperature didn’t registerand heat shallowed through the morning’send. Still you shivered. Glass. Wind.Night’s body. How to calibrate nothing’sgrace? Take notes. Trace its echo. Try. “Bottom Falling” was published in IntoContinue reading “Bottom, Falling – Robert Okaji”