to lie still, be silent
as the last light of
the afternoon stretches cat-
like across his face
she is feigning sleep--
like some demi-deity,
thinking: this is good.
just think, type, submit.
every poem is anonymous.
as the last light of
the afternoon stretches cat-
like across his face
she is feigning sleep--
like some demi-deity,
thinking: this is good.
at 6:14 PM