mornings i dreamt of

 

what a beautiful day

you said, as we

sat by the poplar trees 

under the cicada hum

what a beautiful day

they say, and for once 

there is nothing

bitter in this black

coffee that i drink

esoteric song lyric

 ***

i never knew you in the fall

we had the spring

and that was all

***

Tumble dry

 i am an imperfect

vessel for your love

let it spill over

and form puddles at

the edges

where toes become cold

on vinyl floors

trying to wash what 

can be washed

but never fully dried

wring me out 

a few more times

***