sea swim
is saturdays at ten in the morning,

sundays later at eleven.

this too remembered in the bathroom.
we use the pool, mainly.

nicely

sometimes I have toast

and sometimes insert one comma

breaking cups    spilling tea will abuse the hospitality

please come. i have the kettle on.    this is not the time

for hostility

now i beg forgiveness

we are little things

that dance in the mornings

james

in the light of the phone

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.

lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it

today, a reminder of fragility.

the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.

powers and dominions,
virtues

carefully we drew her out

all tidy with reason, wearing

us down

our work
our soul
is in
our chest