entropy (draft)
The night the windows all crash
in their frames, I’m not the shambled
aftermath or the boy-girl order.
The spaces between us are not spaces
at all but a thousand blue flowered
nightgowns. You haven’t yet learned
to discern the shape of things according
to your tongue. Heavy cumulus hang
the sky like sheets from a line
and entire alphabets go missing.
In the dark, a woman’s teeth
flicker on and off. We’ll decide
who’s leaving by scientific method
and the rule of light bulbs and iceboxes.
My skin allows enough lumen for the boxwoods to glow.
in their frames, I’m not the shambled
aftermath or the boy-girl order.
The spaces between us are not spaces
at all but a thousand blue flowered
nightgowns. You haven’t yet learned
to discern the shape of things according
to your tongue. Heavy cumulus hang
the sky like sheets from a line
and entire alphabets go missing.
In the dark, a woman’s teeth
flicker on and off. We’ll decide
who’s leaving by scientific method
and the rule of light bulbs and iceboxes.
My skin allows enough lumen for the boxwoods to glow.
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