ALT Lines for My Last Day, Whenever It May Come All I wanted was to say a few things clearly: the way a river listens, the green of a door in the evening, the way we carry our absences like a winter coat loaded with stones. I tried. I did my small work. At the end, let me become the wind I loved. Let me at least have lived my life. With this heart, with this body of hollows. With this mind of madness and honey. And these hands, these torn hands I carried like the deep-grooved gloves of a falconer that have learned the infinite difference between giving up and letting something go. —Joseph Fasano

ALT Astronaut in Apollo spacesuit standing on the Moon. Another astronaut and part of the lunar module are reflected in the gold visor of his helmet.