a longtime girlfellow but i tried too many hills
and maybe the hills deflected in shimmer.
i was proud of my mother with chopsticks
and warm and awash. i am proud
of my way of life-getting and rooting around.
the most important slats can't be seen between,
though burners lick my staves with causticism.
i am at home in my narrow bed.
i am a narrow hotbed unmoving.
thrown to the floor i am the floor,
it's a floor adapted and accepting of feet.
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