The Open Window
I come home from a week in
The thick of it
Dulled
Dumb
Drained hot by city lights
Sirens
Couches
Pricks
To my room dusted in a fine layer of willow seeds
Stirring like snow
I unpack nothing
And sit
Eating olives naked
In the moonlighth
Marvelling at my luck
Sam Russo
I come home from a week in
The thick of it
Dulled
Dumb
Drained hot by city lights
Sirens
Couches
Pricks
To my room dusted in a fine layer of willow seeds
Stirring like snow
I unpack nothing
And sit
Eating olives naked
In the moonlighth
Marvelling at my luck
Sam Russo
