these bodies
hang like sacs
throughout
strewn amongst
the tweed couches
draped over
kitchen chair
they are never quiet.
how can i be
pantless
breasts swinging
free (evening comfort)
how can the world
shut down
to silence
and lights
with gaping eyes
and flapping jaws
at constant
vigilance--
i fear
at times
they'll never sleep.
whose this s'posed to be about?
ReplyDeletei wrote this tuesday night while i was brooding in my room.
ReplyDeleteit shows. hahaha