Friday night this week had a special glow… the glow of holidays! That’s right, this Lost Shark is now looking into the swirl of two glorious weeks of family time and sunshine. And although it is a rather exhausted glow at the moment, that will soon lift and the possibility of each day will again reveal itself. Cindy and Ashley have (as always) captured the possibility of last night… Cindy, shooting laser beams and Ashley, questioning the construct of a sweater. Nothing sweeter than a a treasure filled inbox on a Saturday morning!
The morning is rushing to perfection.
I’m in my head, caught up
in a net of verbiage. Shadow of
a monster bent over the desk, tap-tap-
tapping at the keyboard.
Already you’re best at talking:
your garbled consonants and sweet
hesitant vowels slipping through
the cot bars, stealing my language.
The sweater in the catalog is described as oxblood.
The placket features a row of demi buttons; you know,
so tiny no one does them
all the way. They start
at the collarbone
quit when they get to
the one that lines up with the navel
with its soft button shape no one dwells on
the blood that used to pass through.
The sweater in question has a loose construction
but I am not sure about the use of construct
giving the impression of building up; this sweater,
buttons the size of small pearls
partly done, part of an undoing
the old woman who lives next to me
who walks every day with her home health nurse
wearing one like it.