genesisSpring2016.pdf


30     genesis spring 2016

When it rains cold in autumn,
to rehearse the warmth of  her senses,
the girl presses lip
prints to the pane
of  a window’s fog,

to the pulsing jazz
of  her heart.
In a light sleep, she stirs
& dreams once more of  restless
folk-strings
on a worn stage, in orange
-aura, outdoor summer symphonies,
amid the hazy evening hum
from hidden swarms of  cicadas. 

As she sleeps, my name will run
to the screen
of  her phone, send a buzz-buzz
down her leg & in a bubble,
as though I’m speaking,
will read: Listen tho,
I had no intention of  being
so enchanted. Please,
squeeze me to the marrow,
til the cages of  my bones
close. 

Yeah, No. Nothing Serious
Kyle Keller