That fine American living room
That fine American house
Sparrow’s wings beating against red walls
Portrait of a young girl
hair spilling in clean ringlets
over the back of a crystal beaded gown
From the top of the stairs
I count out too many windows
to undress our patience
Skylight above owes me a glimpse
though death has become a cheapened
thing perhaps with the way we
sanction off parts of ourselves
just to lament family portraits
tucked away in dresser drawers
We make our way into the library
take pleasure in tearing the pages
from a leather bound book
I catch you lingering
You’ve always been
a step ahead of me
Never reading too much into the silence
Never making a habit of indecision
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
That fine American living room
That fine American house
Sparrow’s wings beating against red walls
Portrait of a young girl
hair spilling in clean ringlets
over the back of a crystal beaded gown
From the top of the stairs
I count out too many windows
to undress our patience
Skylight above owes me a glimpse
though death has become a cheapened
thing perhaps with the way we
sanction off parts of ourselves
just to lament family portraits
tucked away in dresser drawers
We make our way into the library
take pleasure in tearing the pages
from a leather bound book
I catch you lingering
You’ve always been
a step ahead of me
Never reading too much into the silence
Never making a habit of indecision