turning a strand
of your hair in my fingers

had the certainty
of a penny clicking in a street
gutter. I am thinking

of a broken-down blue door
in a flop house.

I am kicking a foot
through a car window.

I am discovering a bedbug
where there should be a lake

I will take your hair and kiss it
with my trembling lips

No, I am climbing out a window,
I am not even with you

—Tom Walsh, “Ersatz Amour”
Art Credit Stephanie Jung

10:57 am  •  17 December 2012  •  394 notes