Hair, Fabric, Stuffing
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

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