Ignatz Oasis Poem by Monica Youn
Ignatz Oasis
Rating: ★4.0
When you have left me
the sky drains of color
like the skin
of a tightening fist.
The sun commences
its gold prowl
batting at tinsel streamers
on the electric fan.
Crouching I hide
in the coolness I stole
from the brass rods
of your bed.
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