Dog Days of summer poem

And a publication announcement

familiar dark

I wake as usual,
the pressure insisting,
and shuffle through familiar dark,
avoiding cats
and the standing fan that can't
cool this space.

worn thoughts brush against
the edge of what I want to say:
quickly, without guile, or artifice.

I have wanted to become something more.
something that holds the air
and cool starlight,
that holds the sounds of rain,
of wind and bending leaves.
filled with these I could become,
perhaps the person
I should want to be.

inside the hard border of this room
I feel the edges of my body
push against
sheets and pillow,
a worn goose-foot quilt.


©2021 F.Eifrig


(From my self-published chapbook of the same title. If you're interested in a copy please message me and I'll send you one.)

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I’m pleased to mention here that my poem, Vespers, is in the current issue of Ibbetson Street which is available for purchase at their website. It’s a fine looking issue too. (My poem has a typo which was my fault, but I don’t think it changes the meaning too much.)

Here’s a quick recording of it:

Thanks for listening!