Her:

the day the snow fell upward
i thought to myself,
hair swinging to lure out
the monster under my bed,

the stasis of a body is cold,
the stasis of two bodies is heat,
the stasis of many bodies is loneliness.

i reeled in my lines only to find dust bunnies
and the bitterness of my soles
at having never seen
an un-trampled flake of snow.

only a weight-less flurry
of heaped loneliness,
the monster under my bed.

Him: 

DAY 16

Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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