Limited existence to the thumping
pulse of afternoons melting into
the way of tomorrow.
Do not talk to me,
not today, not yet.
I will fail the request
What you lack in risk
you overcompensate with ill-fitting
Skipping rhythms of loss and
joy. Found, by mistake, on a
I saw you before, on the day before.
I saw you before, watching your team.
I saw you before, but the shadow was a dream.