Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Where to start, how to stop?

Bravo me. In the hallway.
Not real and slow-clapping.

With oven-gloves on.
Keep my body indoors.

Let me loaf long silences.
Make my bed. A tower.

Acid rising in the night.
Finger-sweat on the door.

Handles. A speaking hinge.
Dishonest situations.

This one. Distractions.
I want a life laid out.

A whale skeleton.
To go to sleep properly.

The bones of a whale.
Asleep. And everyone.

Standing around quietly.
Talking about generosity.

How much it gave them.
How deep it went.