
january in a jar
come in,
unload
down
into
the couch
put your feet up
slide out of your coat and let this all out—
little bits of bark, of ash, of stone.
time alone
is hard to come by
when you explain how it hurts
the antidote,
i’m afraid, is made of both dreams and lies
all the ____s you haven’t met (yet)
no such synonym for this, exists
considering we’ve just met plus
there’s all our history to consider.
break from winter;
take my hand
it’s either proximity or debt
so try and not strain yourself on the guesswork.
