The Electric Company
post a comment | posted Jun 30
The summer sky makes love to
my apartment with
shivering bursts of light
while I sit and spin a three month cocoon
of three-quarter pipe and copper wire
with a hacksaw and screwdriver.
My body aches to be born again
into crisp air, textbooks,
and classmates;
my hands shake to substitute their calloused
six a.m. appointments
for slender key strokes
beneath a soft midnight glow.
For now, they grow grey like
gravel gloves.