Lauren K. Carlson: Making a Way Around the Castle

Composure, first tell
me what it is. For example

fire. Warmth is what I
love. Fire’s comfort

is undeniable and you’ll
grant anyone that.

You tell me
other people are warm

and I have some
unnamable characteristic.

It whispers come here
in your ear.

Comfort, I remind you,
is distinct from pleasure is 

And so what if all the indoor

plants are wilting sad 
brown leaves on the floor

and neither of us cleans baseboards?
The dust isn’t something else,

it’s you and me, skin sloughing off.
Our barriers: leftover light catcher,

external mote—


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