Julia Gloria

julia

up on the windowsill there's a word

holding in to be unheard

no one else at home

gloria

open the note that hides in a drawer

wonder who they keep it for

read it over slow

on the same floor

can I want more

julia

out in the garden, grown to the wall

somewhere when you're feeling small

tired and undone

gloria

look at the mounds up high in the road

hanging up your winter clothes

never took so long