is in my seaside cabin: this roiling air.
And yet it’s what’s outside that makes me shiver.
Not the ocean coldness — something heavier.
-Kutik
Fading, gradient midnight.
Upside-down heartache.
Head full of city snakes.
Scraping at the sky,
The night creeping by…
Stop/spit/gag.
Rubbish rhyme, clumsy language. Static party
sounds, the brain falls into disuse. Patterns start to form when all you want
is chaos. The universe is always disrupting, taking pot shots at expectation.
Falling through last night into this morning.
Clinging to a migraine and muddied memories; Someone else kissing in the rain. Living
in the space between drinks. Watching a million miniature plays unfold.
But then you came in and took the room away
from us. Beautiful blackhole, swallowing matter in a storm of lingering gazes. Talking
about distance and distain before disappearing. You moved among the animals and
I was wet dust, pinned to the floorboards.
These ancient veins, this broken bit. This
night needed you before it quit.
