By Madison Date: 2001 May 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.10.09.21.1888]] |
Given a comb of tortoiseshell, I would cross your hair of still nightwater. I would watch your face fall wide and tame beneath dark eyes. Given a map, all crackling paper folds, I would leave it on the hutch, with every careless intention. I would guide you to guide me to the places where all borders disappear. I would cast my reel into a midnight lake. I would sing to you in every key. I would ask your ghosts to lift their feet and sweep beneath their seats. I would watch your face fall wide and tame beneath dark eyes, given you. 10 may 01 Madison |