I want to breathe dirty
cigarette lungs
into the bed grime you say it
is time to bless the sheets
with renewal so we spin
around the laundromat
hand-in-hand do-si-do
though strangers stare
hard monosyllabic
menace to shoe-
dirt joining dust
on the sweaty
floor sex stomps
one body over another
until detergent
soaks threadbare
fabric
(originally published in HeadStuff, Spring 2020)
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)