my fave phrase of the day-- ''house of lint'' -- scott minar.
five attempts, five excuses, five ends
1. the alphabet of your skin folding across
stilled air as you walk into a room
2. how a room holds the bump and leaping
of your voice as bits of speech stir from your tongue
3. your tongue falling into line
with so many abandoned starts
of questions (how is existence remotely plausible ?)
that singular idea of a bird's purpose-- wings jilted,
but they are still wings, and these feathers dream
4. & every dream i observe, paint you into, is in the shape
of me trying to cram the closed eyes of diction
into the very feel of your face
5. some word problem from a low-level algebra
textbook-- amongst its page, i translate your cheekbones--
x, y, and one last shaky z, what i cup at night before you
sleep, and all the answers you ever needed
are tucked, like love, into the pockets of two bodies
at rest
1. the alphabet of your skin folding across
stilled air as you walk into a room
2. how a room holds the bump and leaping
of your voice as bits of speech stir from your tongue
3. your tongue falling into line
with so many abandoned starts
of questions (how is existence remotely plausible ?)
that singular idea of a bird's purpose-- wings jilted,
but they are still wings, and these feathers dream
4. & every dream i observe, paint you into, is in the shape
of me trying to cram the closed eyes of diction
into the very feel of your face
5. some word problem from a low-level algebra
textbook-- amongst its page, i translate your cheekbones--
x, y, and one last shaky z, what i cup at night before you
sleep, and all the answers you ever needed
are tucked, like love, into the pockets of two bodies
at rest