Five Lines from August

August 5

I test my grip on misplaced hand holds

To test the skill of a storybook illustrator,

Whose alley cats and shrink wrap mattress

Have no idea what kind of warm, quiet

Power I'm really feeling.

August 6

I only embrace evenings to see you

Hide behind a sigh like the sound

Of a car from inside it. All inertia and

Good intentions, the ones you never hear,

Disbelieving that the timeline is optional.

August 14

My levity is best read naked,

Not for snark or instability.

It skids across lanes and between meters,

It hovers in the shade of your focal point

And it weighs no more than its medium.

Harrison Knight