In-Between Days
Half days
The in-between days
Those liminal, consequential days
Littering the sun
Bardo, or the intermediate
The transitional
There are volumes I won’t touch
Roots on a shelf
Why does guilt seem to follow happiness?
Is it so much to ask?
To again, experience a moment
You’d tack on your skin?
Or better yet
Roam through a now ancient room
Mired in a tubercular sun
In dire love?
I’ve been there before
We’ve been there before
A hotel room, in robes
Throwing wine at the walls
Besotted mornings
Moored by twisted limbs
Early summer in our hair
Reaping the last sap of youth
Or the kitchen floor
Blotted with baking flour
Nude in a sheath
Dancing toward October
I’ve even heard the birds sit on the fence line
Waiting for us to come back home
A Collection of Poems
Corey Michael Hines is a Brooklyn-based writer and poet with roots spread across the American South. He received his BFA in Writing from the Savannah College of Art and Design in 2014 and has been featured in Volume Poetry, Artemis, le NAVIGATEUR, and Oxford American’s Eyes on the South.
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