silhouettes in mon-tree-all – Atsushi Ikeda
June 9, 2021
glug
shadows fill themselves
like jugs,
the dark
daydrinking.
Huh
what do you look like
when you take your time do you have
a thinking cap on
Is it warm can you breathe in
the air of your attention
when it leaves do you
notice. Is it
warm when inertia
thaws a girl sleeping
with headphones on can
she hear you when eyes
nudge her so she can
wake up in a poem
waiting with mr. newscap
and service dog (sam)
to get off at a different
season. Do you look
like them their eyes
borrowing speed from
the tires to see the world
pass by them faster and the heat
baked into
the pavement making
smells of feet & cinnamon
flower from the cracks as your
erotic double
is just finishing
a crossword
at the cafe, rubbing
off the answer
to an impregnable question: Is it warm
where you aren’t? Three letters.