to sorrow about you; or is it around you?
do you know what they call a pause
in the middle of a line, think of ides
about twenty knives and youre close already.
to emblazon everything in the room.
seven cans worth’a gold paint and some tape rolls.
my wrist is aching for slits in the window
multiply that by sunlight
i catch myself humming after you.
you, the shark jaw study case, my ever
after o and the x to my corner slot
my forever cats game my forever draw,
bob ross landscape attention
and fire exit kind of permanence.
if it wasn’t for big screens and spell check
would we even be in here together
if it werent
for a while of willowing
of spring waiting and glimmer
angling the exactness of a mote
and very hungry for another tune
to catch myself humming, driving late.