Remainders

Christina Hutchins



We lay abed fitted & refitted

& the remainder of the day could not stop washing

its hands    its face    its long & glossy back


in the passing strands of us    Savored

silk    we were mercurial

the sunlit mane of a river in flood


For years you leaned forward with the dusk

& then again away      O house of solitude

damp night air


flax wrapped loose round my dark comb



 


 

 

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