by Bobbi Lurie


was your weary

rationale for leaving 

it was gold leafed but flaked away

leaving my limp heart

my busy hands gluing us together

all my

frostbit reasons

my obvious restraint

you see: to be corseted away

caught in your ideas of enclosure

i was nothing but a hermit behind chintz curtains

while you remained charted in leisure

your daily dallying in the metro

rubbernecked enough to be with others

living in one of the new arrondissements

we both knew there were better feathers