From Caffeine Destiny
ENTROPY
The night, the windows all crash
in their frames. I'm not the shambled
aftermath or the boy-girl order.
Spaces between us are not spaces
at all but a thousand blue flowered
nightgowns. You haven't yet learned
to discern the shape of things according
to your tongue. Heavy cumulous hang
the sky like sheets from a line
and entire alphabets go missing.
In the dark, a woman's teeth
flicker on and off. We'll decide
who's leaving by a scientific method
and the rule of light bulbs and iceboxes.
My skin exudes enough lumen for boxwoods to glow.
© Kristy Bowen 2006
The night, the windows all crash
in their frames. I'm not the shambled
aftermath or the boy-girl order.
Spaces between us are not spaces
at all but a thousand blue flowered
nightgowns. You haven't yet learned
to discern the shape of things according
to your tongue. Heavy cumulous hang
the sky like sheets from a line
and entire alphabets go missing.
In the dark, a woman's teeth
flicker on and off. We'll decide
who's leaving by a scientific method
and the rule of light bulbs and iceboxes.
My skin exudes enough lumen for boxwoods to glow.
© Kristy Bowen 2006
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