Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Postcard #3

I’m dreaming warm

Styrofoam and ratty beige

shirt hours days without

speaking without touch

Plumeria pink

and yellow

float

on a bed of gravel

losing fragrance tree’s

gnarled bark leaves

an itch memory

Somewhere my body lies flush

with light some bed

I can only half-remember

some face dimmer

before clear as coffee

deep earthy everyday hot

but cooling

Never know when

fruit is ripe so the papayas

in the yard brown fall

to the ground avocados split

themselves any slight pressure

Bananas sick soft and legs

don’t quake arms reach in my

sleep hit the wall in the morning

bruised knuckles think of me

in bed sheets pulled

to chin body slack

as yesterday’s flowers

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