sitting here,
quiet,
as the windows
glorify the sky–
it appears
the day
is open to visitors
meanwhile,
i’m dressed
in solitude
sweating an imagination
of 26 letters
and hands that pass
for a mouth.
this tongue
licks
an empty plate.
sitting here,
quiet,
as the windows
glorify the sky–
it appears
the day
is open to visitors
meanwhile,
i’m dressed
in solitude
sweating an imagination
of 26 letters
and hands that pass
for a mouth.
this tongue
licks
an empty plate.
