Wednesday, May 10, 2017
you're waiting to hear about the windows
in the farmhouse
you used to dream of
and if the saran wrap proved true during the rainstorm.
if something has
leaked in or leaked out, if the mist is trapped
inside the glass
or just hanging on your stoop like
my fingers are longer now so i
wear more rings to weigh them down,
to the opposite wall again,
a one sided conversation
directed at the bedroom.
she treats me well, kisses me straight,
and that is good, stalking the property line like
"this will do just fine."
perhaps we cannot smell blood this time because
no one is bleeding
and that is good.
your soft safe canopy love,
is it everything you dreamed
when you were young?