publications

I wish that I had never met you and I wish that I was stronger alone; your words are dark and take on a different tone. Night skies and low clouds exert a pressure on my mind, I search for everything I’ll never find. You’re stringing words like pearls brought up through algae curls; in the buzzing still air you’re lost and can’t bring yourself to care it’s the frost it’s the drum, nothing is there and your fingers tap their bird bone song while you’re waiting for the light to turn green.