at this time
The cuffs of his sweater scuffed and unraveling like her fingertips;
She, his favourite accessory.
It harbors warmth -
Remove it and peel off skin.
Ring tones the carrier pigeons of modern times,
Travel no longer by the sounds of Queremos Paz.
Troubled by the void of brother Monday.
The circles of exhaustion deepen,
The canvas becoming ever coarse.
… Melancholy’s power to asphyxiate.
aftermath
sunshine permeates,
rivaling a sparrow’s call.
a man’s musk trailing my step,
shower -
the locus of unwelcome purging:
the act.
to whom do i hold close now?
to what?
but 9:40 pm:
body no longer chilled,
… the pastel white of mayonnaise.
