we are the lingering corners

beneath the pine wood and

myrrh, the summer pictures and scraps of discarded dreams,

arms tired from smithing the friendships

as they fray and make

unnameable ends, lying still

like the flickers of grasshopper fingers

over the keys,

whispering against trust

weakening at the knees,

the spine bends at the neck

while craning forward into the screen,

we listen to the slow drip of electrons

in the afternoon quiet

and the vibrations

from the air conditioner’s rusting mouth.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s