Author Information
vacuum
Staring from my window
On the fourteenth floor of Hyatt
I dislike the suns enthusiasm
As it shines bright
Heralding the equinox
I had a restless night
Not for the comfortable room
But at the thought
Of missing you
I am so used to sleeping
Next to you
My hands and their
Palpable perceptions
Of you
I enjoy attending
Conferences, in distant places
But for the vacuum
Which you and the children
Fill so well
I smell the back of my hand
And the lingering
Voyage d’ Hermes
You sprinkled
As I left yesterday evening
