genesisSpring2016.pdf


36     genesis spring 2016

His four-post, antique bed engulfs the bedroom
with giant, oaken frame.
Freshly laundered linens lace the air, perfumes
of  lavender and jasmine.
 
Far below, the corner of  28th and Jackson bustles.
John, the hotdog man, gleams behind the red canopy of  his cart.
Numb toes tempted by guilt over stony, building’s ledge.
My graceful descent in chaotic remorse.
 
Awaken, fumbling puddles of  warm, Egyptian cotton.
The alarm blares like the horn of  a downtown taxi-driver howling.
Humble rays peek behind creamy, sheer drapes. Morning
greets me with the agonizing comfort of  a lustful stranger’s bed.

Far Below
Kali Harrison