the curtain that I peer through is Ivory
so when your legs tremble
in your back’s lonely slouch,
I see in them
the earthiness of light brown. And you are
a little biege feather
quivering in anticipation of the morning breeze.
is more soothing
than the truth.
“Through the Window” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: The Velvet Darkness of his Mind by Morgan Kendall