there are clothes on the bed
and you're sleeping next to me,
stretched out like this gray
afternoon lull.
i can cope with this type of weight,
this type of sunless, out-of-season
lapse (as long as it doesn't last too long).
the rooms are overbooked
and everything smells like rain.
2 comments:
I like "the roooms are overbooked," I'm assuming meaning those rooms where you have too many books, not enough shelves, stacks on the floor, the end tables...I have that problem. Your blog continues to be one of the few I keep checking up on. Keep up your writing and photography! :)
Yes, books books and more books. I can't seem to get rid of any either...
Thanks for your comment - hopefully the summer will be fuel for more poems, more pictures.
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