Scraps

Cleared calendar, one leg hung over the couch’s edge.
arm draped onto the rug. Hand grazing soft fibers
Persian made. Single knotted.
plush from rich labor

yellow, blue, red figures in a loose grid
metered stripes of beige and brown.
Winter sun slides off the sky, like a yolk separated from it’s white
daylight fades to candle red.

push ears into tweed cushion, resting on your steady pulse
our phones light up with off market offers
Unfamiliar digits rattling the coffee table.
we are good.
let it ring.