Apron Strings
Wait for dusk to cut
when the AM waves travel furthest
fibers snarl with child-spins cording to
knot
I can hear Michigan over lakes and cold curves
I work in some fast frequency re-pinning angel hair
the color of crystal or spider webs
tied into antennae and finish peeling back hours
for the expression of watts pasta drain
silver dials turn to light-headed fluorescence
sink filling of water veil wince
wipe disruption on bib bend at waist to kiss
tuck sin into pockets and curtsy.
1 reply on “Apron Strings”
STUNNING! Nicely done.