Deflating night, lurking in washcloths, cat’s whiskers – portents of lonely forays slow mornings, tightening connections creeping through bedspreads hanged on duvets. The reaches of bathtubs, with snips of old ribbons (glance there for water and hypnotic reflections) A puncture forgiven, now struggle past slats to blue-tinted glass.
Monthly Archives: January 2010
Her thoughts a-twist; recursive, remanding… she sits, grieves, and reaches for spools, for those thimbles long-rusted. A point to the cottoned, she pulls comprehension through in zig-zag and tacking that threatens to slip, but… when the stitches recede, the frayed tears in her sleeves creep up toward closed eyes to gorge on despond
