Published on: 2/3/2015
Building

Coffee and cream, newspaper,
a cup and a plate, a cigarette:
all minutes spent,
drowning the bird
calls in my throat.

Discarding words,
suffocated under the weight of usage,
some of us must sift through
and arrange the shadows
into discourse.

No one has to strip down
to darkness. The unbuttoning
of your mouth is a curtain, ripping
light into the living room
at dawn.