daysleepA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonlazy after my chemical feast i draw the blinds recline the motes swim in my exhalation the blankets are hot the sweat sticky salt-rimmed lips round a soundless word your name your every syllable vowels crest and trough and leave me behind and join the air the dust the rumor of sunlight eyes closed now and i see you my hair will be tangled on waking, my eyes dim and dull i left the hangovers in my wake cutting my swath through the stickly clinging grasses we speak of love like it’s a terrible secret i see you hear your name in the crooked boards armoring the naked floor we are alone until we’re not celestial bodies ricocheting in blank chaos i hear you i see you getting old in my sleep letting my hair sprout and lengthen and the days spin away like pollen in wind what do we do with all the endless damnable years? i see you hear you speak the incantation of your name a catechism a shambling promise thrown into the days that spin away the days that spin away. © 2021 Daniel Atkinson |
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