Bending Catullus
drew the scent of the tomato
plant towards us
the strain of memory
friendships serial exploits
suspended
his quiet breathless
concern slid his left hand
into the waisband
it was like this all fall and
part way into the winter
from Sinistrae/fragments
Bending Catullus drew the scent of the tomato plant towards us the strain of memory friendships serial exploits suspended his quiet breathless concern slid his left hand into the waisband …
