Garage [hat] (Ivy Alvarez)

Posted on August 19, 2010 by in Heightened Talk


cold creeps in—a song

seeps through the cracks

it depends on your neck

the tie of your knot

how your toes swing

your fingertips tingle

your tongue says

the unsayable

my visible breath turns


your grey felt hat’s

on the floor

from here

it’s nothing more

than a mouse

pinned down and quiet


response to Corinne May Botz’s photograph of the same title