the sun always comes up (indisputable, unarguable) yet some days the white suffocate lowers like snowy exhaust designed to trick you into death these are the days I like best the days that justify solitary confinement, the laconic breath of warm tea drifting to meet earth’s skullcap when I was young you said you were my sun the walls sequestered eternal noon, enclosed forever (standing up) white days wall thick invisible companionship white days hold sound down, smell parsnip and staple, quilt aneurysm, quivering pin heads, shivering paper ridges— invitations to open the skin
About this Poem
"'White Days' works the subterfuge of white—isolation, asylum, immolation; the symbolic cloud is on your side, and over it."
Date Published: 2014-02-06
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/white-days