Fields,
trees...
There will
be a world after...
Commute.
Scan this QR code for love...
it’s the sound of
tin under muffled...
an invasion of
loaded questions...
a violin
a violin...
At 3am
your cracked lips...
Calmness
Stillness...
It’s not just the vodka
stirring in my gut...
It took many years
to efface the surface...
Is there a weakness
in caring so much...
it clings to your skin,
woven through the wool...