over coffee in the green
kitchen i have trouble naming my feelings
it feels...
once, you sat beside me in the quiet blue
of my living room, the couch breathing
we both could hear it
today the icicles offer their glean, pearly white
and you ask how im feeling
ive just been feeling...
a sleeping spirit takes up residence in my body
it asks me to sleep, too, it asks
for nothing else
i've been feeling winter minded, everything is bright
and without sunshine
i dream of grapefruit and orange
im not hungry i say, ive just been walking in the snow
and all i want is this endless
desolation
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