WORK IN PROGRESS
III.
We are waiting for the light
Night begins with morning
mourning begins with longing
longing is a cycle of silence
Turntables click, heavy lidded
eyes nod at firetrucks, small
children and sandals
the sun rises straight
over our heads
Nothing has happened
The folds of want are gentle
smell like our mothers
look something like
a second glance.
IV.
A second glance
pulls back
reveals—
the consequences of silence are many
a ruined meal
a compression of the chest
having to learn all the different ways to describe
a lack
for example, lambent:
the light that keeps us up at night
stillness pushes us apart
we bend, refraction
time
stretching skin
