Archivos Mensuales: febrero 2018

Last words

Morning unzips the dark

giggles down the street.

If he’s okay wakes me up first thing.

Finds me nestled still in the curlicue of a long night’s neck.

Leave me alone stretches my palms

open. I grieve

for all that exceeds my grasp.

I don’t want to see you sits within the periphery.

Only stepping into focus to jag from time to time.

Twilight slashes the sky again

nightfall spurts out.

Somebody maybe will go to work.

 

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