. . . Love is always plural. So is death.
Morremo. “WE will die.”
You and I don’t need to hear this to believe,
but knowing that one of us without the other
is a frail shadow fading into dark,
we console ourselves that morremo
borrows the r of “heart” and doubles it.
–excerpt from “The Future Tense” by Donna Pucciani. First published in Istanbul Literary Review.