to Dani
remember when, you do not:
you are a ground slicing the center of
this home.
the long divide the furniture endures.
in front of the colossal tv
bodies spilled like water.
20 minutes was all it took – your name alone,
a potent hygroscopy.
when close enough:
dissipate. You took all the green the foliage could,
soldered to your body a forest it manifests.
repeated, if not a newer foundling:
the space you take for acquisition ,
the faultless tenancy you mistake as counsel.
every saved for, and gleaming space
aspires for venue – translates to an arena for snapshot.
[some mundane depiction ascribes for you to be known]
years later my portrait still hangs perpetually
on a modern furniture from a contemporary skillset.
take this declaration.
years later, leapt to this day and forward:
the surgery of galvanized steel is reminiscent of a departure.
the tedious laborer smiling through bonsai pots
carrying out lobotomies. The afternoon more sterile than
your face as if operation. This town knows you by practice
and habit: all of it sepia, if not leaden.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
to Dani
remember when, you do not:
you are a ground slicing the center of
this home.
the long divide the furniture endures.
in front of the colossal tv
bodies spilled like water.
20 minutes was all it took – your name alone,
a potent hygroscopy.
when close enough:
dissipate. You took all the green the foliage could,
soldered to your body a forest it manifests.
repeated, if not a newer foundling:
the space you take for acquisition ,
the faultless tenancy you mistake as counsel.
every saved for, and gleaming space
aspires for venue – translates to an arena for snapshot.
[some mundane depiction ascribes for you to be known]
years later my portrait still hangs perpetually
on a modern furniture from a contemporary skillset.
take this declaration.
years later, leapt to this day and forward:
the surgery of galvanized steel is reminiscent of a departure.
the tedious laborer smiling through bonsai pots
carrying out lobotomies. The afternoon more sterile than
your face as if operation. This town knows you by practice
and habit: all of it sepia, if not leaden.
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