poems

02 June 2013

tonight i saw a play, faeries and kings, and thought about you in the acts where the young were kept apart. nobody controlled their directions or their selves-and-others. consider the arrangement to see each other again in the beginning of the week, what tactile fragrance it like the head of the new cat has (she smells young and milky), how it has the mute insistence that burst pipes the first instance of our.