I knew someone who spoke in paisley
Scarfs hang in the window
Allows not enough sky behind you
I am walking
When my shadow skipped ahead and stole her candy.
She's crying now.
I'm crying now.
I bury my face in sweaters
Unnamed
Cable-knit legs recolect verses
Entwined unwillingly
I am humming along
Unwillingly whittling
Away the melody
Like I am whiling time and spoons
Don't fit like you do.
Even friendly touch turned tenderly
Push away bowls
And pour another glass of resolve
To finish putting away the books in the morning
My eyes have changed color again
I didn't call you.
From the window
Tears the scarf
To the garden stairs
I slip on paisly silken
Words he spoke.