A grey drunk buys you a drink/He insists, he’s buying the qualities/That can’t be unseen a drink
In the agonizing space/between question and answer
Boarding the ship a girl, leaving raw and stained, a woman,
On the porch, passive, I sip a coffee./paranoia, terror, outrage seem everywhere
you’re not gonna reach the earth if you insist/on being so big
The more a black hole takes, the more / it wants
There’s the face/ I wake up with/ and the face I sand down/ to an even plane in the mirror.
That woman eating soup standing by the garbage can / That is someones mother
Just write sentences, the rabbits tell me
History is a door many/ many have walked through.