[Sun through the window, shivering]

Sun through the window, shivering
with, the urge of a parody which isn’t
forthcoming, as the birds are tweeting and skin
is meeting with the foaming wave of a calm
formed inside, of memories,
that you hadn’t quite forgotten, but which
you are not currently aware of: pants

again; different lovers that left glows
across each other as you pretended to stay
present, making love; holidays holidays holidays, that
did not offer breaks from waves; crashing
ruining your safe ideas caused by anthropological
causes… Please stop with it! And stick with it
right here, as there’s light through the blinds now: better.