brown stones in garden
sunlight look warm. they're
cold. when she stands on
them butterflies swarm & you
look at her bare feet.
who is she? isn't that
the point--to know her
standing there without
knowing name or story?
instead to eat cabbage soup
in a stinking room & dream
of her remote poise, which
unpredictably gives way
to gasping giggles. you
can barely afford your rent
in Brooklyn or St. Petersburg
& you're in "love" with a woman
who doesn't exist in a garden
you tend in your mind. it
might all work out, who knows?
hans ostrom 2020
sunlight look warm. they're
cold. when she stands on
them butterflies swarm & you
look at her bare feet.
who is she? isn't that
the point--to know her
standing there without
knowing name or story?
instead to eat cabbage soup
in a stinking room & dream
of her remote poise, which
unpredictably gives way
to gasping giggles. you
can barely afford your rent
in Brooklyn or St. Petersburg
& you're in "love" with a woman
who doesn't exist in a garden
you tend in your mind. it
might all work out, who knows?
hans ostrom 2020
