antechamber

"there was no key, i guess i’ll swallow the door." hieu minh nguyen

soap . car 
hood’s solar 
reflection  .bare
foot . hose water 
drools through the front 

yard

.

(prelude) 
on my back, i lie as you tenderize my chest with your lips
my fingertips soothe the weather of your hair as if to say
i’m here, i’m here,                           i’ve always been here

                                                   .

walls, withheld grey, 
then conceded .wet 
and semi precious 
shards of green
deliver songs 
to understudy.
in bed, wondering
about the sentence
undressing clean,
and exit wounded 
       .

look                                 .
my hair is turning silver