lonely offices

Monday, July 5, 2010
it is two a.m. mewling 
son cribbed next to mama
three older brothers

a short dark hall away
in sleeping bag cocoons
yet to bed papa descends

the boiler begs water
twenty below a puppy
has crept through kitchen

knocked student essays
from desk baiting him
to junky basement

groaning wooden stairs
light switch memories
mold in boxes hang

from pipes spill about
the floor almost clutter
hope almost promise

by dawn their bodies will
disremember shiver
Thursday, July 1, 2010