is this how you spend your days? laundry
filthy as furniture.
the room cold between two
worlds. I am awash in
transition: upbringing /
nirvana
give me a place to call home
I am stuck in the wedge
of
wanting nothing
but your long arms around
the circumference of
my body. here is
the ticking clock
a timepiece
countenance
allowing sea change
along the equator
indecision
east of my brain sees desire in
a sleeping blanket. I am trying
to wrap my mind around
the absence
of the life it
leaves.
(originally published in Bindweed Magazine, Winter 2020)