Day 10
Notes
push and pull of bodies
breathheld suspense
of clouds
of fragments.
walls do listen here
ears tightened
to suck in our
disembodied confidences
a moment of tenuous
connection: a held glance
a line drawn tight
then let go
a kite quivers in mid air
watches its suspended flight
Day 11
Knife
you remind me of
a fly caught between walls
a joyful violence
to the way you lurch
from verb to verb
landing on nouns to
taste them with feet.
inside this kitchen
is a place renamed paradise.
breathe in. breathe out.
the bag fills
and deflates.
keep going
and you might get out.
Day 27
Afternoon
When I’m with you
the hours ribbon
like roads
to the horizon
clouds powder
the wrinkled green
cleavage of hills
golden leaves fall.
When I’m with you
I see a mountain
grazed with light
snow
eyes closed
against frost.
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