Friday, September 10, 2010

St. Nicholas of Tolentino (patron of animals, babies, boatmen, & the Philippines)

I caught you yelling

from the upstairs window

three or four times

before you filled your mouth

with an apple and called it a day.

I pointed at the moon to show you

what quiet really sounds like.

The weather blew in

to my angry lungs

and filled them with frost.

This must be what it feels like

to not trust your own organs,

to go out playing your

one moaning song.

1 comment:

  1. yes. i liked the first three stanzas of this quite a bit.