"In the Blue Room" by Theadora Siranian
One morning:
matching bodies with
the fierceness of children,
disavowing the sun again,
and again, and again.
5 A.M. and we hold the still-
beating moment hostage.
We clutch it to us,
pinion it between our bodies,
and finally it quiets, slows,
stops all together, fixed indelible,
an insect on summer asphalt.
matching bodies with
the fierceness of children,
disavowing the sun again,
and again, and again.
5 A.M. and we hold the still-
beating moment hostage.
We clutch it to us,
pinion it between our bodies,
and finally it quiets, slows,
stops all together, fixed indelible,
an insect on summer asphalt.
