I’m now convinced it’s impossible for us // not to shadow each other, our projected // silhouettes extending into animals // in easy-to-decipher tableaux:
None of the books she took to bed were to read.
Because that was beyond her.
She wasn’t a perv, either. (Not like, um, you.)
She simply preferred her pillows
much too small,
made of paginated spreads
and already “dreamed up”
by more qualified professionals.
I wanted Pump next to me, and I was so tired of having Pump next to me, and I knew that, even if he hadn’t figured out yet that he wanted Lena, he would before long.
and my mother’s obijime
is also swept away by rainwater, ruined,
When dawn breaks, a window will open onto the horizon.
A cart-drawing peasant will leave for the city.
The sigh will become deeper still.
The egg sat there all morning, and when I came home from my walk later that day, it sat there all afternoon. Night rolled around and the egg still had not budged, so I decided to just give it the bedroom.