By Spencer Wilkins '21
He gathers a focus
to the pinlight, dazed,
balding uneven with malaise
and soon I leave him
to the pinlight, dazed,
and look the longing ache away.
and soon I leave him
an aquatint, step,
and look the longing ache away.
I see her, a toddler of gelatin
on a print with bluegrass,
aching as she itched away,
I see her, a toddler of gelatin
balding uneven with malaise
aching as she itched away,
he gathers a focus.