TAYLOR BRUNSON
SPACE FRAME #8
after Study for Nude, Francis Bacon, 1951
I age out of obsession / its echo a pattern
you yawn into each new room / such ease
in folding me / these contortions ache
pleated into night another day / you falsify
time / a ceiling I curve to another weight
you fashion affection a grift / gift I reject
your taking / hackled haunt I stumble out as
leaving your touch / behind every curtain
I must have been the shape I desired / to be
what you make me unknots from night
like neon / I must be ever recognizable
behind the lids / I must not be here
another vestige curls from me / unfurls
to nothing / all you spare me is an opening
another absence from which I emerge
Taylor Brunson is a poet living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Her work has recently been featured in Moist Poetry Journal, perhappened, and warning lines mag. She serves as an assistant poetry editor for Four Way Review and an assistant nonfiction editor for Nashville Review. Taylor can be found on Twitter, @taylor_thefox.