- I file sweaters from yesterday in the [next]morning much like I file you in my closet of bodies sketched but never spilling. In twenty hours of sleep, I awake with this heart being the last to feel plastered or flaked upon because it’s new coat is the only thing I know how to wear today.
- My love,
- I was
- a wave.
- I am not sure what I was willing to give
- not that time or physics would even
- let them matter in getting what I want;
- knotted, masked & smudged by
- what or whom I do not need.
- This wave is
- Still and slow and thick and
- heading outward with no gradient
- until they reference it with
- the color, the incline and affect
- stitched and splashed
- upon axis
- of globes
- in academia.
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Antiphon of You: Restoration for former silences
Posted by Jeffery at 8:13 AM
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