Lust For Lascaux

Notes On Your Windshield

Woke up with the beast. All day, the same inconsolable blade nicking my heart. Add Etta James if you want. Add a warm winter. Add a to-do list like Everest. An empire falling to ruin. My kingdom for a moment of joyful reverence, of simple amusement, of adoration. I’ve stayed quiet and alone in this house all day. I turned you over and over in my mouth. I’ve resisted whiskey and chocolate - but not cheese. The grove is abloom in our late afternoon sun somewhere. The oars are rocking in the hull of the boat. These hours I’ve stayed the hollowing. Now, I’ve no task that will keep me from it. I’ve kept this space cleared, sleepwalker, for you.

But the oranges are begging to be eaten.