With each movement forward,
a firmer footstep follows...

It starts much like before.
I strip the walls...

it's always about you.
i know you don't always mean...

These weeks are often forgettable.
The wind howls in the distance...

I walk with a limp I never knew I had,
cheeks peppered with rosemary and...

I tuck my hair
underneath...

I can't fall asleep if you're
not at ease, steady in my arms...

staring at my coffee cup,
flies begin to gather...

some people can't be
redeemed, no matter how...

I wake up past noon,
limbs anchored to...

it feels impossible
to do more than this...

This is not a dystopia
or some cataclysmic dream...