Tuesday, April 23, 2013

overlap

there are days when the light
pushes into you, suffused, sufficient.
glowing in a room full of rain.
a grey that is almost blue a blue
that never leaves you a fugitive.


you are nervous when you hear
my bones move. this house
has settled into a fixed austerity
too poor to be called home.
you know I might mention a
change in the weather




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