Garage [hat] (Ivy Alvarez)


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