Saturday, November 17, 2012

mdcclxvii

Excerpts from what I was trying to say.

     The fear
     that all this
     will end.

     The fear
     that it won’t.
                                 —Rae Armantrout


My brain was really fuzzy misreading Brandon’s ripples
for nipples – as in how lovely are the pond’s nipples
and sifting thru black and whites on a rainy day.  Some
say rain’s exasperating but I say it just depends on which
day.  It turns out my eyes are just too fast for the page –
the next few words are my beloved’s nipples.  Go to
sleep, go to sleep....