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