jayivan

Weimar giddiness
Via Cairo’s cobblestones
Burdened and unknown

Until stones were thrown,
Pent voices flew home into
Mouths wetted with tomes:

Curl tongue and purse lips
Shape the sound and let it slip:

On the corner of grand and Crosby,
A narrow strip sunlit:
I bask in it.

I fell into a room of chattering twins, hundreds, thousands maybe. Difficult to estimate. I couldn’t see the far corner over the heads of babbling mirrors, identical faces preening each others’ thought, plucking the stray thread, the uncouth expression.

you press me against
the bathroom door, hands scrambling
to avoid the floor

Daily the sun edges
upward, stretching towards summer
in the darkest days.

The big big strums
kicks me in the heels
roll along boy