Eva Jackson: 0016

Aubade

And they were clicking at their desks. You said:
No more
Stay here where the sheets lift you,
High above the gardens,
And sleep.
Spend time on the parts of me
That will turn out not to know you.
Come break an egg
Into the nothing emptiness of our kitchen
An onion swimming in a dish of water in the fridge,
To keep it fresh.