December, Chicago

[d_r_2]

My little library
has no shelves to fill
This sundry pile
littering the floor
and crawling under my bed
to avoid the light

is all my conversations
formed in lines of black ink:
linear paths to deconstruction

Where have I gone
and how will I ever get home

Comments

[ophelia_85]

I have boxes of books in my basement. I'm probably going to be nomadic this summer and those are what will be hardest to throw out / leave behind.

I bet Chicago is bitterly cold this time of year. We had unseasonably warm weather here for a few days and I sat on my roof barefoot with poetry and wine. Ypsi isn't so bad. :-)