one day was the first day
cool and a question of
perspiration on the tabletop
the new building set stone over stone
among tall weeds next to the river
on the ground lost with the bugs
a daydream of spiders in the snow
one day was the second day
dim and windy
blocked by the last rays of sun
a mutual tower
crisp mint and fantastic women
i’ve been having this trouble
your hat
upside down and perched over
the staircase
the unique marks
of teeth on my skin
our names graffitied
onto matchbooks
lean me westward
a stalk of tall grass
around my index finger
the purpling of the tip
this trouble with
a white stone
chalky in my hand
when we draw a flower or a bird
