William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


There is a seam in my glass mug, but no hem and no zipper.

What holds the two edges together? What keeps the neck from raveling?

The mug is wearing a glistening pendant with transparent chain:

A bead of moisture suspended, a sweet drop of rain.

Her skin is the color of coffee: trembling, scented, reflective.

There is conversation: memory: faded print, falling away.

October 25, 2021


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