2/09/2021

Blueprint Blues


You didn’t like 

that house,

clinging so hard 

to the rubble

of its foundation,

so you erased it.


Now you’re drawing 

this house 

adding rooms on top

of other rooms

and painting the walls

to look like windows

looking out over some

abstract landscape


that means nothing

now and never will 

until you add 

the ladders and stairs

and invite someone

to join you.


[LSS, 2/9/21] 


Boudoir


You walk into the room

and feel the inevitable swaying

of the walls around you.


Having confirmed your size 

and assessed the general

fitness of your form,


they wrap their latex arms

around you and draw you

in for the night.


[LSS, 2/9/21]


Suspended Animation


You are patiently waiting 

beneath the sea ice,

the water absorbing and repeating

your treading motions,


until someone swimming

in a warmer ocean

sends a message inscribed 

on a narwhal tusk 


telling you it’s safe 

to go back home. 


[LSS, 2/9/21]



 

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