{random poetry #34}
[ rent ]
if you want my apartment, sleep in it
but let's have a clear understanding:
the books are still free agents.
if the rocking chair's arms surround you
they can also let you go,
they can shape the air like a body.
i don't want your rent, i want
a radiance of attention
like the candle's flame when we eat,
i mean a kind of awe
attending the spaces between us.
not a roof but a field of stars.
Cooper, J.