Friday, January 5, 2018

Smells Dry

Smells Dry

Covering nose
with
veil, veil of porcelain
crumbs pushed aside with a paper clip
held like
a tortoise shell barrette in wavy hair.
I stubbed my toe on the Porta Trace.
Men rode camels
through the desert
then sat with the ornamental cold
clay tiles against their backs.


Winter 2018