Apartment None Other by Robert Frede Kenter

    I kiss you

    You roll down the window

    And still it is snowing

    I ask you

    What is that building across?

    It seems very old

    Yes, it was the order of nuns

    Each room with its crucifix on the wall

    Now it is a Hotel

    Filled with small rooms devoted to commerce

    I see them coming and going

    Here money changes hands

    And the snow continues

    In the yellow light of the old and the new

    The interstices where it all connects

    And still, it snows

    When we awake

    Everything is so quiet

    Raven black pupils

    How many hands outstretched?

    To feel the sting of snow

    The brutal brittle air

    The wind charging along

    Beneath balustrades

    Where heavy curtains move mesmeric

    In and out and in and out

    I watch you breathe like smoke or praying

    We are still, we are frozen


    Robert Frede Kenter is a writer and visual artist. Most recently, Guest Editor at Burning House Press, “secrets and lies” issue. His book Audacity of Form (Ice Floe Press, 2019). Published widely incl. Twist in Times, cough, Anti-Heroin Chic, Fascist Panties, Grain, New Quarterly,Lost & Found Times, etc.