comfort+confort

comfort+confort
october 28/07


cigarette smoke clouds float out from the blue lips of
a cotton sky. the sun is polite, does not ask the mouth
to exhale elsewhere. grayed wisps slide across his
face and he waits. there are no bylaws in the atmosphere.

--

a red hand stretches across the cover of her book,
casting swimming light over the rubber and canvas
of my shoe. the heel of her own gently taps against
her shin – a small, soft rhythm.

--

the october fields of south-eastern canada die into
each other. bourgeois crimson leaves break up the
countryside, beckoning fair-weather geese.

--

we are rocked left and right
in the mothering arms
of the train car.

coats slide from our shoulders
and arrange themselves, warm,
behind our curved spines.

like babies, we sleep.