Assuage

Things that stick to the table, get caught in your hair, fly out of your mouth, fall from your nose and shunt around in the alley when you’re busy trying to be ready for desire.

Broken blades of grass, sky chipped at the edges, the limping tree by the cankor road. Things you can’t see behind me.

I could get rid of all this leper longing if only I had a glass of water, a quiet room, and you with your eyes closed your arms raised above your head.