ADAM OSMAN-KRINSKY

Apples and Oranges

Autumn Notes

I remember standing next to you as you lept
To the third bar on the monkey bars 
And swung gracefully across while I stood
In awe.

​When the air tightens around my ears
And grabs the back of my throat
After running, I crunch and itch
My way out of linen and into wool
And out of ice and into steam.

Awakenings

Sweat dripping like a broken faucet
Cleansing my breath,
                                         
Wrapping around my muscles

On Tea

​How can you taste a routine?
Centuries of waking up,
Millenia of water boiling, tasting
Leaves us becoming human.