The Waiting

A little / more

A little / more Summer proximity you should have known me. These stretched arms supposed — The candle burning — I, the days worth missing. * Underneath the lamp a fiery sheen could you gain up to. And this sick certainty I do not want to give you, most days I plant ferns. A little hatching into. * Single egg of one yolk, you happen this way. I do not want to focus on the split. Hubris or shame it is the end of the day; there are common denominators. * [ 9 At this moment the first stop sign dismantled. Lately, fine. I said box the matter I said sing the scream. The wool not as coarse as you thought — * I meant weather miracle till the sky. See the way my hands mean? It was a courageous act: a boy some fire voice. You could always option down the next block. * Clearly the simultaneity held my hand — this house my lesser instance — Sun dim, a horrific. Free the blinds, please, only don’t. You exhausted into day. (I am more than a little.) * So much garbage in the garbage can you let it? Boundary me silent reinvest the gesture. Sometimes doesn’t it, not quite an explosion, ungraceful hand. I am calling you out of — 10 ] ...