Three Sentences
1.
You lay on your side, facing away, the mattress moving slowly under the weight of
our breath, as I counted the knuckles of your spine, and listened to the sparrows
making their spring home in the roof’s gutter.
2.
Listless as hovering smoke, with nervous words molesting my tongue like an
exploded taste bud, I lingered still, on the bar stool, watching mirrored
reflections, while shouldered beside people I knew would never be my true
friends.
3.
The thin light of morning sifted through the windbare arms of the maples and
then pooled on the sidewalk in ways that seemed too simple and serene for me
to fully understand.
Copyright © Matthew Ashlock | Year Posted 2007
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