something about these late-night breezes...
how they billow my ivory-lace curtains
about in a way that’s not too distracting
while I peel off my tired garments
and massage cocoa butter into my legs,
ivory to match the curtains
how they curl the pliable corners
of my cheap art reproduction posters
tacked to the butter-colored walls
and flutter the leaves of my journal
in an up
