a stone
alone tried to poke...

We watched rats with fleshless tails disintegrate
from the streetlight...

Sun rays diffract in my eye contact
in fact...

drafty quiet embankments
of sanctuary under the blankets...

Fake descriptions of a life in tatters
clutter the hour...

was there ever a way
to mend the severance...

I remember you
bandaged...

and on the last day,
our very last day...

There is fleeting meaning
in existing as a tiny...