this yellow blanket she used
to smell like sunshine in the afternoon
java plum stained roads and fence posts
spotted red and
doors close quietly on
moonless nights never talked so
pale faced fogs kept the silence out
and typewriter keys pound on canvas
he paints the day on her
wrinkled forehead on floor
and she doesn't know why
space makes it hard to     talk
like words were tired of walking all that way
in rain ink runs but she wrote 
him a letter in the shape of an O
    no place to start and no place to

to no place and start to no place
the shape O of a letter in him
she wrote but runs ink in rain
all that way walking like words
tired of    talk
it makes the space hard to 
an she doesn't know why
floor wrinkled forehead on
day paints he on her
canvas keys pound on typewriter and
pale faced silence kept the dogs out
so nights never talked moonless
closes on doors quietly
red and spotted
stained fence posts and java plum roads
to smell like the afternoon in sunshine 
she used this yellow blanket

-natalie urminska