Northbound train to Seattle but
on the brain it’s fresh linens
and cottonmouth. The taste of the cherries,
the feel of the sheets
dancing on unclean bodies.
Tomorrow is a great barking dog, all
gnashing teeth and snarl— even if last night wasn’t.
Still, it’s hard to picture it
when the slate is wiped. Or
the foggy window cleared. Or the picture shaken
right off The Magic Screen.
Imagine the feel of these things again.
The handful of those cherry pits. The dry backside of teeth.
Our bodies tightly cocooned.
Magnetic letters spelling nonsense words
read far too early
in a kitchen too quiet.
Beautiful I like this one a lot