1
i was for so long interested
in your face cream
every night gazing into the mirror
you apply it attentively
in the morning you
are smooth and soft
i sit on the counter
i read the ingredients
on your face cream
2
we're eating a pizza in the park
the crickets chirp at you
a black suv presses
tiny rocks into the nearby road
it's been circling for a while
crunching waiting maybe
i could not care any less
3
the wind blew dust and detritus
against the side of
the house
for one hundred years
4
every night i
dream the same dream
the same city on a shallow slope
an electric bus that slowly leads
down to a bar near the water
it overlooks the orange
empty sky every drink
is one i've never tasted
and nobody ever speaks to me
5
it wasn't long
before one hundred
more years passed
thirty-three years a bad time
dry eyes and sore back
thirty-three years an okay time
half-asleep in the back
of a bus
thirty-three years a good time
walking writing
softly carefully into the trees
6
you felt content
permanent vacation
breezy mild nothing
7
sang the song i wrote for you
the end of a notebook
you sit up in your chair
in front of
a tiny framed photo
of your family at the beach
the song fell out
away from me
8
snow formation
grieving tartan
i ran out of time
i'm feeling
unlistened to yeah
six years one hundred
years experience
my language is precise
sometimes cold but
yeah nobody cares
or advocates
or sends me a letter
saying they were wrong
don't take it wrong or
personally
none of them knew a
tartan meant anything
it's just me here
wearing colours
fucking around