Sunday, August 16, 2020

when I close my eyes

theres [enough!] looped beats

    I’m doing flips 

at those Philadelphia 

gas stations

round and

    round wall of virus

full body/august

when I close my eyes

theres love, reasons



drank a cup of 

pre-covid, filled with 

The Cafe

a bottle of wine

history up thru 

my feet



my phone 


Home (the feeling)

in my blood like 

the s's 

in east coast

counting our exclusive

evenings of

the shortest summer ever 

if summer means together

the garden flowers on our dinner