It is not the sturdy
wooden beams
that raise
the house
aloft
that I study
but instead
the rotting
wooden plank
still dark
and wet
that has
washed ashore
alone
that will hold
my attention
forever

It is not the sturdy
wooden beams
that raise
the house
aloft
that I study
but instead
the rotting
wooden plank
still dark
and wet
that has
washed ashore
alone
that will hold
my attention
forever
Sweet as the gift of sunlight on snowy mornings in midwinter, the garden spread like caster sugar, the harvest table gilded in honey, the carpet […]
Must go outside beyond the concrete square where I smoke long cigarettes & cough, pluck oak pollen from my hair & cough, spit, cough—not the […]