CLAUD JACKERT
KITCHEN LIGHT 4:17 PM I’m feeling it harder nowadays Rose petals losing grip Bong rips on a honeyed afternoon You’re haunting undoubtedly To execute what is required To make ends meet To exhale for once this year Googling “punk hairstyles” and praying for something to break In my dreams we unclench our jaws & swim nude under the fullness of the moon Whispering blessings before crossing narrow avenues No sigils can adequately steel you Against the unrelenting tide of twenty But when the spell breaks I will take your face in my hands And kiss your eyelids Willing with all my heart that the days on the horizon Won’t sting so hard So put on your shoplifted socks And we’ll sit out this winter warmly
