Just a couple things I wrote down through the course of the day…
slip stubbornly into the night
the volatile discourse between light and horizon
pull the curtains, they don’t need to see this.
face aglow, lovely starlit depravity
keep moving, keep it warm
behind closed doors, hold the sharp edges near.
Answer the images
their questions flung like tiny paper airplanes in a rain soaked crowd
landing haphazardly tucked between eyelashes,
mistaken for debris from the sky… or dusty tears…
and brushed aside.