Early

the weight of wool

a bare shoulder

the miscounted knit

leaving a knot 

the texture of a pebble

beneath my thumb

a purl of forgetfulness

i pull the sheet close

faining the ability

to think myself from space

a chatter-mind

over a plumb line heart

yearning for a time to come

that is already here

while silence gazes 

through slowly dripping glass

at a sweet disaster

headlights illuminate skin

the cold mottled light

swears it does not miss you

but sometimes the earthen i –

will 

.

Body and Soul are One.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Broken Window by Kit Hedman


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