Joseph Lease
August
Sleeper, leaves are hands, then the houseBreathes: and you tried to give words away:
You’re still trying to convince her
You’re more than a lie: you were asleep,
You couldn’t go in the room: there could
Be glass, there could be fire: summer ambushed
You: you’re watching leaves behind glass, maybe
You could convince her: you went away, slowly:
Sleeper: you kept going away for two hours, for
Two skies, you believed in the mouth, the rose,
The sky: the summer said you were dead already:
Leaves are failure, leaves are hands, dream of
Failure, dream of giving up: she won’t want this
And who would–