14 July 2012

72. cn interdiction of eschatology

I dreamt that you were here.
The sunlight penetrated my window
too easily. I miss
the crows-feet above your cheekbones.

The second day, he shot up
for the first time in three years,
because what was it going to do,
kill him?

Isaac's jaw and chest are hollow.
His shoulders curl like waves,
or the fragile, sharp,
clear necks of glass swans.

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