Amuse Bouche

You know, for the holidays. Roughest of drafts. So be kind.

The arc depends on emptiness
story shorn and shimmed, the reverse
catenary settled and formed,
the ash tree in the backyard
and the shade it throws down

the heart and what she meant
feeds on distance—the atmosphere
as thin as three coats of shellac
on a globe and webbed in
by human hearts separated
each one separated from each one

mine only inches from this page
and now yours, too, but emptiness
extends through all these juncos
and riparian forests, kelp beds,
cormorants and glaciers

but I will remain empty for you
as I am for her
and I will erase this wall
ask that you return to emptiness
with me or without doesn’t matter
in the strange flow between us

Comments

[laura]

sweet

[Kat]

What a delightful little taste. :-)