So like always you come home
spinning silhouettes on the wall while you
turn to face and say to me (telling)
“It was so hard cause it’s hailing and
it hurts you and there’s nothing
around but now I’m here.”
Orbiting me.
I sit and set down my cigarette to see
your little world
your pocket intimacy
(your pulling on my sleeve)
And from over your head I see drifts and
deep banks, and a snowdust like
Diamonds that descends over everything.
So I look over the back of your head and smile, so that
a golddust like everything descends (hopefully) over you,
In your total absorption.
Photo: Karolina Grabowska (2020)
Poet Bio
Home?
Oakland, California
What is home to you?
Where arms and hands and eyes can be faithfully attentive.
Spencer Jordan is a poet and artist born and living in the San Francisco Bay Area. Much of his work focuses on understanding and representing contemporary forms of intimacy and nostalgia.