Sunday
Eileen G'Sell

My hair grew very short and nobody

recognized me. My wife walked out of the forest

and could not recall my name.

 

Let’s call her Marina, cut

to commercial, let everyone relax

in the limbs for a spell.

 

This means winter

has ended at last. A thousand little answers

in line for a smile.

 

What decadence cracks

with the back of its teeth

cannot be made to hearten you.

 

But the fact is, it was a beautiful time.

Petals shed from my brand new shirt

left patterns all around us.