Today's poem is by Jessica Johnson
Behind a sign, behind a
script, the blank, before.
A long Antarctica of hotel sheets.
Away, I could be anyone.
But closer, the cloud bank's light-bloom,
the snowfield's drone.
A whiteout, a swarm.
The freeway we no longer hear, the sound
no story rises from.
The underlying: breakfast over, dishes done,
and put away, and you
are here, and here
you are. The underlying: I've touched
you again, before knowing
I wanted to touch you.
Copyright © 2007 Jessica Johnson All rights reserved
from Burnside Review
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