unfurled
the fiber zipper drops, leaving my flesh cut open and bare for the morning birds to eat.
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O'Hare, after shredding myself apartO’Hare, after shredding myself apart
Autumn doesn’t last forever.The sun eventually sets earlier than it should
and the trees become bare in their endeavor
to shred themselves apart for another year as you’d
watch and expect it, even, nodding your head: This is right. The sun is setting now.
I am at that estuary of autumn & winter, day & night.
It’s dusk, wading in the crook of a brow—
feeling the edge of the twilight.
Sometimes I dream about nights with the sun caught in a haze
like a fire throbbing beneath its smoke.
Those dreams are always the strangest, when the glaze
of hope colors the gray with a glow like yolk.
My teeth ache in front of lavender shoes,
and hiding beneath the caramel & chocolate yarn is a green & red bruise.