slippage between your fingers
interlacing space
i am resting against time’s
immortal dirge
the city outside my house
bloating with needs
sits impatiently
watching me recoil
and i
watch the moon
cyclic presence
comforting disease
locking doors
opening windows
the december rain
that came late
cold washes over lesions
geometric cuts
shapes of childhood cookie cutter
rain the shape of lost memories
pouring against the windows
sliding down
urgently
and you watch the day slip
through your cold fingers
your hands
the shade of a cloudless sky
