Sunday, June 27, 2010

St. Ladislaus

the boundaries of this apartment

are as soft as red yarn.

with all those gaps in your teeth,

I’d never call you the model of chivalry.

the water on the stove hisses for my attention,

like a cat in a box under our bed.

you sleep right through. my hands ache

until I get up. I stop a fire from happening.

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