casualties.


the dim hallway 60 watt
arranges me in shadows on the mattress.
shadows on the walls
vestiges of a whole self.


the backdrop a frozen city
behind unfastened pane

my legs tangle in the
jersey blue of matching linens.
a juxtaposition of
immensity and structure
of defined lines draped in
cubist shape.

a cut-out with appendages
softly giving up to your vocal chords-
to the weight of your sighs dropping
octaves – sugary words between
pauses of silence
an angry
waltz through the stillness.


gently, trees break in the twilight

– bruising beneath your frost.