Robins Taught Me How to Couplet

Wrestled breathing to sleep, too late. Not a wink was

Collected, instead, tabled till worried expressions

 

Contort features to bone & cartilage. I hurry the hour

To apex; I shudder myself to storm. Brilliance &

 

Value: a daughter’s song sung to collars & cleft chins;

Mothers in fields, with dresses bunched into fists—

 

An hour too long, a sign—glass in origin. It buzzes

About an open mouth, dances teasingly about the

 

Teeth. She, a temptress, collector of man’s sigh,

Polishes her knuckles, those brusher-of-eyes, tears

 

That pool & portend to break land. I know not of

Windows, only space left open, unprimed. Just open.

 

As the astronaut hangs backward over the starry sky,

I hang open in equal wonder at that which is mine.

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