2024
raze
morning
comes
too
soon
.
night
never
lasts
as
long
as
it
should
.
between
those
slim
fraternal
twins
,
static
strafes
the
skyline
i
call
mine
.
time
isn't
a
circle
.
it's
a
fist
with
flattened
knuckles
.
you
roll
me
like
an
unseen
stone
and
turn
your
back
while
i
gather
the
guts
of
flowerless plants.
the
clothes
that
cover
me
are
the
same
colour
as
the
paper
i
glued
over
last
year's
dying
daze
so
i
could
mark
the
first
phase
of
this
four
-digit
flag
stop
with
my
own
unsteady
hand
.
240101
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from