12

easement

before a luxery

stands unabated

witchy

solid

like a baker’s knife

your brass

is catching

boisterous

like a nephew unknown

so now

the moment is ripe

with intent solitude

waiting

caught in the embankment

rolling into other things

dreaming with open eyes

seeing the milky lies

softly

making a space

for pillow like emblems

that ease pain

but prolong suffering

6/14/2020