Giovanni Bernabei, "il contadino che ispirò Obama," in San Giovanni Incarico on permaculture (though it's Mona Talbott who teaches us this term) & why certain microspecies (he calls "dialects") of salad, in trace amounts toxic, also nourish, mollify, put us to sleep. Midnight blunt to memory and laceration in the tissue of what ties one precious and disparate place, acquaintance into bond, year to another, ability to eat at all as recuperation: in the unafraid hands, reminders of how little can be held and how much surrendered. Avery Man, ci manchi, ci mancherai.