In bed, broken
on a sunny afternoon
my hand stretched out
marble white, as if
to take a token.
All alone, now
out of sight
falling to
thirty-two degrees fahrenheit,
while idle spirits
and window light
dance about the room.
In bed, broken
on a sunny afternoon
my hand stretched out
marble white, as if
to take a token.
All alone, now
out of sight
falling to
thirty-two degrees fahrenheit,
while idle spirits
and window light
dance about the room.
Mind the Gaps 