Poetry

At the National

if we had yarn attached to us
we would make the most intricate
weave work, as we move in and out
of each other
in an art gallery.
red wool pinpointing
what we saw
and what we paid the most attention to,
creating a cable-knit sweater
out of our bodies
the stand alone radiator
can only heat a room for so long
and my love will only act as a salve
for about the same duration
one thing will happen first:
my love will not be enough to heat the room
or
summer will come

Originally published in White Wall Review 40 (2016)

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