The Ambition of Dusk

In a simple sweater, a jawline like a lyric, is the ambition of dusk.

Against the aquarium of stars.

A simple ghost, like a pair of bashful feet in the corner.

The high wires of power lines, the moon like a spool with no thread.

Words in a notebook, coil bound, from the drugstore, do angels tattoo humans on their arms?

A jawline like a stampede, an aquarium of ghosts.

7 thoughts on “The Ambition of Dusk

  1. “the aquarium of stars” and “an aquarium of ghosts” are such remarkable phrases, the kind you just want to roll around on your tongue for awhile. As is, “the ambition of dusk”

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