C. J. Sage – Ⅰ

Know Nurses Will with Brushed

 

 

 

 

 

Know nurses Will in brushed

bedsheets.  Fresh,

buzzing stun, slips

 

off and on the silk ones.

Gauze-jawed, Know paces

the hall of dictation,

 

letters flying, skintight

house aside. Somewhere obvious,

Know squeezes cheeks,

 

wraps napkins in tiny rings.

Handbag heaved, Fresh

shakes a kerchief.

 

Holding hands now,

Know and Will

go shoulders back to back.

 

Very lucky today,

Fresh finds a little orange

ostrich, feathers sloughed of sand.