Sport 8: Autumn 1992
Turning Brown and Torn in Two
Turning Brown and Torn in Two
You—a perfect reproduction
after a long day.
Smooth—folding through thin air
like a dart.
You lean against a wall
dropping leaves
or laughter—your eyes
lined with titles.
Is it not amazing
the way fingers filter down
—that tracing clipclip
of the runout groove.
It is barely an idea
how skin sails across the body
—a sheet of paper
warm as a fresh photocopy.