And so
Bean we
Talked and
I said
Things that
Fell on
Deaf ears
They now
Lay curled
At my
Feet like
A drowsy
Cat encumbered
What do
I do
Now with
These things
They’re huddled
Beneath me
A ball
Of yarn
No end
And no
Beginning what
Will you
Do with
Them aren’t
We just
A ball
Of yarn
Aren’t e
Just an
Amalgamation of
Feelings of
Loss and
Desire and
When now
Do we
Breathe deep
Knowing each
Others humidity
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 