REM Stage 6: A Poetry Blog || julie niklas


PHYSICAL LIMIT NO. 1 (FALSE)
07/03/2012, 10:36 AM
Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: , , ,

Apartment walls closed over like a lily.
The fragrant stamen needing to be dusted like a fan blade.

Flowers like this cannot be painted.
In the morning it opens white light over the sleeper sofa.
Needing to be dusted like a photo frame.

Translucent and full of narrow hallways.
Outside there is a city of thick stems.
It would be too easy to emerge.
Too easy to pull the petals away one by one.

The endtables taste like pollen and sea salt.
Strongholds of dew and grass rooting it to the floor below.

Something when it blooms.
Small comforts in messes of luggage on the carpet.
A coffee pot gasping in the yellow center.

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