outside in the weather
I remember when my soul slipped
inky and black like a comma
so I tied to to my toe
like wendy's shadow
wearing pants with a waist that exactly fits mine
making a ring around me
my elbows on the glass table
a single black crow flies reflected across
in disobedięnce a song
about luring your soul back
with bits of black
licorice candy
like a black bird
there is an asterisk
next to that girl for me
am I being small,
or instinct?
attempt to go right towards it
in hopes it melts
generous, or strategic?
and still touch
a subtle ice there
dream in which you say
I don't even know
what your life
really looks like!
implying
an emptiness?
ups
zoom therapy in the living room
the sunlight lasts longer in here
but I don't want to look at this
ft. a woman crying on full volume
out the doorless truck
