A Prokofiev Fantasy

I promised Josh that I'd make a so-called avant-vlog for YouTube, like, three months ago. True to form, I finished it tonight.

Luckily, it can double as a blog entry.

Etta at Last

Inside a fluorescent box,
grey-green and dismal,
I slip my hand into a vat of sludge
and spot a glint of snow in my periph'ral.

Awl in hand,
earth in tow,
I seek the thing that binds us
as I wander to the window.