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 ©