Here I am,
Laying right next to you,
Without words to say,
But I know that's enough.

Dripping from the half-tied knots,
Pinched firmly with clothespins,
Like hands that hold together,
These clothes hang from thee,
Like cliffhangers,
Literally.

Slit across the
                        c
                            a
                                n
                                   v
                                       a
                                           s,

rocked under an
e                        e
s                p
ca
                      
,


And changed for young saudade;


Still a frown                         each's tongue.
under