peter jerrim

we lay on the
bed

it snowed
that’s all

then in the shower
the radio droplets were

source code
for your nearness

with which you propagated
errors into the universe

that you could not recall
while your voluptuous

thoughts
bent light rays

to bend
my mind

to bend the future
into what I guess

was your will, and so
it snowed

and the hush
of your after

thoughts
remains