Monday, January 28, 2019

Overread at Table 2: These Are Days in Eden

SC 256 T8 - 10,000 Maniacs “Eden”

These are the days in which we are unmade,
like a bed with rumpled sheets and no maid to clean them:
not here; not in this feral mist
that swirls outside this dank motel room
filled with cigarette stains and diesel fumes,

and the curtains are like shrouds and the cobwebs
fill the corners of broken windows and we long for

the break of daylight in winter,
the call of gulls at seasides,
the dark purple rain across the spiny ridge of mountains
that brings that smell of new Spring.


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