Voluminous lines dig a ditch for their fathers
by Audrey Stephenson
Something to dust off these lonesome bars
And to scrape those endearing memories from the floor boards
With your oaken skin, buttons fall off to kiss the glowing light
Dripping from both of us
'Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding...'
Seal the lock of twilight
Let the spindle wrap its neck around you until you become a thread
And create an an anxious net
To reserve these endearments
Like the locket around your mother's neck
My beautiful colorblind
'I know these filthy hands can wash one another'
The streak-free shine of sorrows