Sunday Evening (II)
Hair, Fabric, Stuffing
2014
2014
a temporary relief,
swaddled in fabric
a fluent stutter
as poignant as you recalled it
to ring three times,
neither long nor short
water condenses on the window pane,
there is a deliberate lack of periods
there is a deliberate lack of periods
you wake into the arms of frosted desires
all the while it’s falling
they are parceled out in rations
the seduction of warmth,
the preacher speaks quietly of pre-nostalgia