Years and Years

Years and Years Doesn’t feel like years have passed Since I’ve seen you last Yet there you are In between streets Running in the urban dark In between backlight of Dim, orange street lamps Like you’re the dark Pupil of an haggard iris With a backpack Full of [bronze piano wire] Your hair is blondeContinue reading “Years and Years”

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Outsider

Outsider I drove past you yesterday. I saw you at the Local cafe. I noticed someone That could have been you Walking on the overpass. I’m sure it was you Sitting at a table by yourself In the atrium. I served you food. I cut you off. My shoulder brushed Yours in the hallway. DoContinue reading “Outsider”

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