Breathing Fire

Scrambled eggs and whiskey

in the false-dawn light. Chicago,

a sweet town, bleak, God knows,

but sweet. Sometimes. And

weren’t we fine tonight?

-Hayden Carruth

"Can't count to, all the lovers I've burned through. So why do I still burn for you? I can't say."
- Mark Kozelek

Loreum ipsum

Filled with nonsense

I never knew the meanings

I was supposed to

Unable to obtain

A translation for pain

Sounds couldn’t hold

Your hand to mine

These nothings

know something…

The way they linger

Haunting my eyelids