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....
