Paper Skins
The pallid sting in off-yellow afternoons,
we turn once over as sandstone rummage
we turn once over as sandstone rummage
to make quiet bearable
(but I like the silence with dressed
(but I like the silence with dressed
blue you, and the bedknob artifacts
of wind chime naturalism; could have
of wind chime naturalism; could have
stood in it longer than that since left
stutter I wish I’d lose like twenty
stutter I wish I’d lose like twenty
pounds of unneeded packing), to make
our writing on each other’s sky-like
our writing on each other’s sky-like
vestments a slashing, ancient kind,
burning stalk field alight with
burning stalk field alight with
brittle confession, alight with
pausing persistence of hostel fridge
pausing persistence of hostel fridge
beer bottles, with frazzling
hand gestures when words are over with.
hand gestures when words are over with.
Papyrus script hand, click-tapping
a heel-shoe rhythm with rise-fall
a heel-shoe rhythm with rise-fall
of knotted chest muscle, accidents
of close quarters where you draw
of close quarters where you draw
an olden symbol upon our days
without meaning to, and crossing
without meaning to, and crossing
wires in haphazard design.
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