BATHING BLACKBERRIES

in a cold bowl that morning 
I was up before your dream  
dozed in our depressed love-
seat by the blinded window,  

I stood at the sink baptizing
breakfast and bit the brainy
fruit that lasted like laughter
in the darkness of the dawn.  

Garth Pavell writes poems, stories, and songs on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. His poetry most recently appeared in Unbroken Journal, Juke Joint Magazine, Crab Creek Review and Stone Poetry Quarterly. Be sure to visit him on Instagram.