feelings unnamed

we slumber 

pathetically, on each others

haystack-shapes. on your borrowed grayling shades

cupped on resoled leather in an elbow crook,

shoelaces the hometown pillow.

 

we slumber

pathetically, inside unmanageable whispers

whose grief for us to segment stars

that arc in the blind-sky, that

which night mysteries immortally disunite–

is yet unkempt; is insolvable.

 

we slumber

pathetically, in oblong boxwoods, in

close brumation to each other,

& we opine, to that cockcrow vapor stealing us,

feelings unnamed.

 

 

 

samantha lucero 2019 ©

13 thoughts on “feelings unnamed

    1. yes, of course. i would’ve given it directly to you, but i thought you were looking for shortish stories (that’s why the one I’ve been hoarding for you is a short)!

  1. au contraire, young frank – for these lines, “we slumber pathetically, in oblong boxwoods, in close brumation to each other, & we opine, to that cockcrow vapor stealing us, feelings unnamed.” definitely makes it feel serene ❤
    Love the title. Great to see new poetry from you.

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